Activity

an absolutely exact description of the crepuscular flight of the male of the geometrid called in England the Orange moth

one token light in the potentially refulgent chandelier of Mademoiselle’s bedroom

Mademoiselle’s room, both in the country and in town, was a weird place to me—a kind of hothouse sheltering a thick-leaved plant imbued with a heavy, enuretic odor

basked in the sun with its angular fulvous wings spread

slide along the balustrade down to the second story