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Pound enveloped Rattray in a caul of solicitude, offering a long list of contacts on Provençal literature, rantings on the peril of hocking one’s mansion to a Jew, and insane asylum cafeteria food

In a mise en abyme of these dyads, the Whitney Museum catalog for the Jeff Koons retrospective included an in situ image of I Could Go for Something Gordon’s

“I assume you drink Martell,” the attractive virago with shining white eyes says. I remember this ad.

Highway 1, which spans the length of Baja California—a long, variegated peninsula separated from mainland Mexico by the tepid, life-rich waters of the Sea of Cortez

The husband looks at me, gelid. I’ve just attacked the woman he loves and would like to have a family with