If my Valentine you won’t be, I’ll hang myself on your Christmas tree…

He tried to spit out the truth; Dry—mouthed at first, He drooled and slobbered in the end; Truth dribbling his chin.

I guess looking at it now my old man was cut out for a fat guy, one of those regular little roly fat guys you see around, but he sure never got that way, except a little toward the last...

At two o’clock in the morning two Hungarians got into a cigar store at Fifteenth Street and Grand Avenue. Drevitts and Boyle drove up from the Fifteenth Street police station in a Ford....

They hanged Sam Cardinella at six o’clock in the morning in the corridor of the county jail. The corridor was high and narrow with tiers of cells on either side. All the cells were occu...

Drummed their boots on the camion floor, Hob—nailed boots on the camion floor. Sergeants stiff, Corporals sore. Lieutenant thought of a Mestre whore—

In the rain in the rain in the rain in t… Does it rain in Spain? Oh yes my dear on the contrary and there… The dancers dance in long white pants It isn’t right to yence your aunts

Minarets stuck up in the rain out of Adrianople across the mud flats. The carts were jammed for thirty miles along the Karagatch road. Water buffalo and cattle were hauling carts throug...

Maera lay still, his head on his arms, his face in the sand. He felt warm and sticky from the bleeding. Each time he felt the horn coming. Sometimes the bull only bumped him with his he...

Nick sat against the wall of the church where they had dragged him to be clear of machine gun fire in the street. Both legs stuck out awkwardly. He had been hit in the spine. His face w...

I heard the drums coming down the street and then the fifes and the pipes and then they came around the corner, all dancing. The street full of them. Maera saw him and then I saw him. W...

In the rain in the rain in the rain in t… Does it rain in Spain? Oh yes my dear on the contrary and there… The dancers dance in long white pants It isn’t right to yence your aunts

The crowd shouted all the time and threw pieces of bread down into the ring, then cushions and leather wine bottles, keeping up whistling and yelling. Finally the bull was too tired fro...