His volunteerism eventually burned him out.
Every day I pass a wall, some five hundred square feet of which a gentleman has taken to declare that he is ‘out’ to break the Undertakers’ Trust. Half the advertisement is a coloured photograph of himself. The rest is, “See what I give you for 75 dols.!” and a list of what he does give. He gives everything that the most morbid taphologist could suggest, beginning with “splendidly carved full-size oak casket, with black ivory handles. Four draped Flambeaux …” and going on to funereal ingenuities that would have overwhelmed Mausolus, and make death impossible for a refined man.
Take the popularity of cutensils — kitchen utensils that have been given personality implants. Open the drawer in an American or European home and you'll likely find a bottle opener that looks like a smiling cat, a spaghetti spoon that grins at you and the pasta, or a vegetable brush with googly eyes and spindly legs.
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For a brief moment the onrush of the egwugwu [masked men representing ancestral spirits] was checked by the unexpected composure of the two men. But it was only a momentary check, like the tense silence between blasts of thunder. The second onrush was greater than the first. It swallowed up the two men.
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