Life is not like an oil painting, which can be rubbed out and done over time and again until the artist is satisfied. With the sumiye painting any brush-strokes painted over a second time results in a smudge; the life has left it. All corrections show when the ink dries. So is life.

Temple stood in the stand, listening to the birds among the sunshot leaves, listening, looking about.

Now get up! Get on your feet! You had best unfuck yourself or I will unscrew your head and shit down your neck!

Harrison was pretty well ginned-up when his guests arrived and he had proffered drinks freely and hospitably ever since.