I crawled, wriggled, rolled and ran back into Düdenbüttel, where Borman got the sharp end of my tongue for not protecting me.

My two New England tales, “Ethan Frome” and “Summer”, were the result of explorations among villages still bedrowsed in a decaying rural existence […]

I got you a new cell phone. Woo, that's great!

I wonder how they do this on the other side of the pond.