My Rabinovich energetically dragged on the English cigarette, once again straightened the broken earpiece of his eyeglasses with those instructorish two fingers, wiped his chin and, moving over to me in earnest, confidingly informed me […]

Whenever I see a long handsome neck, willy nilly, the thought will come uppermost—What a capital neck for carving! Those cursed executions! One can't rid one's mind of them.

My brother tends to value religion, but my sister not as much.

the decriminalization of all plant-based psychedelics