Archie Was An Expert At Dividing The

Wonderful ... I Was Up All Night Reading It, Laughing And Crying Out In Horror.

All The Travelin I Ever Done Is Going Around The Coffeepot Looking For The Handle.

Ordinary Parties, He Thought, Were Subtle Games Of Sexual And Social Badminton.

For If Jack Buggit Could Escape From The Pickle Jar, If A Bird With A Broken Neck Could Fly Away, What Else Might Be Possible? Water May Be Older Than Light, Diamonds Crack In Hot Goat's Blood, Mountaintops Give Off Cold Fire, Forests Appear In Mid-ocean, It May Happen That A Crab Is Caught With The Shadow Of A Hand On Its Back, And That The Wind Be Imprisoned In A Bit Of Knotted String. And It May Be That Love Sometimes Occurs Without Pain Or Misery.

I Find It Satisfying And Intellectually Stimulating To Work With The Intensity, Brevity, Balance And Word Play Of The Short Story.