This outlook, masterfully given shape in Borges's best books, furnished artistic fuel for the supine antiwar and hostile antileft politics of our 1960s liberal literati.

Against the blackboard surface of the sky, flycrafts whizzed by, leaving crisscrossing trails of radiance that slowly dissipated, soon replaced by others.

They passing forth kept on their readie way, / With easie steps so soft as foot could stryde, / Both for great feeblesse, which did oft assay / Faire Amoret that scarcely she could ryde, / And eke through heavie armes […]

His other works tend to be large-spirited but overreliant on a limited vocabulary […]