"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
Apparently Robert Louis Stevenson was written into my stars, this January: after reading Larsson's take on Long John Silver, I wanted to read something Japanese and I picked a random volume from a series I bought a while ago, not even remembering what it was,...
Two evenings after this, thanks to an arrangement by letter and the promise of an ample fee, I found Madame Vulpes awaiting me at her residence alone. She was a coarse-featured woman, with keen and rather cruel dark eyes, and an exceedingly sensual expression about...
