The treatment room was semibusy. Susan, the surgical nurse, was working on a cat with a bite wound I had treated earlier, and a large boxer lay on another table, restrained by Walter, the other clinic aide.

Though the magazine is dead, as are some of the movements with which it was associated, its attitude, the protest of panromanticism to which it gave voice, is not.

The elevator resumed its descendant trajectory.

, Episode 12, The Cyclops: And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen. We had our trade with Spain and the French and with the Flemings before those mongrels were pupped, Spanish ale in Galway, the winebark on the winedark waterway.