in the gathering dusk the place acted upon my young senses in a curiously teleological way, as if this accumulation of familiar things in the dark were doing its utmost to form the definite and permanent image that repeated exposure did finally leave in my mind

slide along the balustrade down to the second story

basked in the sun with its angular fulvous wings spread

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

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

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

America has shown even more of this morbid interest in my retiary activities than other countries have

In the distance, fleeting cloud shadows dappled the dull green of slopes above timber line, and the gray and white of Longs Peak

Biarritz still retained its quiddity in those days

After riding on horseback most of the afternoon, bicycling in the colored dusk was a curiously subtle, almost discarnate feeling