Only so much room in a lifeboat, half-capacity sixareen.  Bushel basket. Butcher.  Baker.  Maybe a candlestick-maker; the notab...

Each of your days is composed in equal measures. You breathe, eat, sleep, a musical score; bars of hours, notations of moments. ...

 A woman’s beauty lies, not in any exaggeration of the specialized zones, nor in any general harmony that could be worked out by means of...