THIRTYARDS

That scene, with Macbeth helpless and desperate In his nightmare—when he meets the hags again And sees the apparitions in the pot— I felt at home with that one all right....

A child may ask, “What is the world’s story about?” And a grown man or woman may wonder, “What way will the world go? How does it end and, while we’re...

“Pat de Groot, a painter who embodied an era when the beaches and dunes at the tip of Cape Cod were peopled with artistic geniuses and incorrigible eccentrics — often in...

Hard, hot light by ten a.m., windows ricocheting sun, concrete incandescent, even blacktop white. No day to stay in the city. Tackle chosen, we drive south and west, right angles giving...

I do not think we can hope for any better things now. We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot...

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone. It’s not warm when she’s away. Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone and she’s always gone too long anytime she goes away. And I know,...

Who

Who has known the ocean? Neither you nor I, with our earth-bound senses, know the foam and surge of the tide that beats over the crab hiding under the seaweed of...