Even how a child picks up and handles the cat can make the kitty begin to fear the very sight of the youngster.

There was a healthy crowd: a mix of what looked like well-heeled uptowners, scruffy Brooklyn bohemians and clean-scrubbed Asian art students.

Wolfowitz spoke softly to Yasa, who evidently had no idea who he was but responded with a puckish smile.

The real theme [of a story] may be, and perhaps usually is, something that has no sequence in it, something other than a process and much more like a state or quality. Giantship, otherness, the desolation of space, are examples that have crossed our path.