Then he forth on his journey did proceede, / To seeke adventures which mote him befall, / And win him worship through his warlike deed[…].

“Ah. So?” “Sew buttons.” “What was it like? I don't know.

Though alert to riddles' strong roots in vernacular narrative, Cook's tastes are mandarin, and she gives a loving account of Wallace Stevens's meditations on the life of poetic images and simile […].

Within a while, Philoxenus came to see how onward the fruits were of his friend's labour.