The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. Then the soul-erosion produced by high gambling - a post of greed and fear and nervous tension - bees unbearable and the senses awake and revolt from it.　James Bond suddenly knew that he was tired. He always knew when his body or his mind had had enough and he always acted on the knowledge. This helped him to avoid staleness and the sensual bluntness that breeds mistakes.　He shifted himself unobtrusively away from the roulette he had been playing and went to stand for a moment at the brass rail which surrounded breast-high the top table in the salle privée.　Le Chiffre was still playing and still, apparently,　

　　　　I HAD BEEN making the rounds of the Sacrifice Poles the day we heard my brother had escaped. I already knew something was going to happen; the Factory told me.　　　　At the north end of the island, near the tumbled remains of the slip where the handle of the rusty winch still creaks in an easterly wind, I had two Poles on the far face of the last dune. One of the Poles held a rat head with two dragonflies, the other a seagull and two mice. I was just sticking one of the mouse heads back on when the birds went up into the evening air, kaw-calling and screaming, wheeling over the path through the dunes where it went near their nests. I made sure the head was secure, then clambered to the top　

　A heavy rain in Scotland had swollen the streams. As one of them subsided, a small bundle was left by the receding waters.　This bundle contained human flesh.　A search revealed more bundles. Some of them were found days apart. Apparently, many of them had been thrown from a bridge into the turbulent flood waters.　Nearly a month after the first discoveries, a left foot was found on the roadside some distance from the stream bed. Nearly a week later, a right forearm with hand was discovered.　All of the recoveries were, of course, in a state of advanced deposition.　When the pieces were assembled, it was found there were two heads which had been mutilated by removal of eyes, ears, nose, lips an　

POPLICOLA500 B.C.by Plutarchtranslated by John DrydenSUCH was Solon. To him we compare Poplicola, who received this latertitle from the Roman people for his merit, as a noble accession to hisformer name, Publius Valerius. He descended from Valerius, a manamongst the early citizens, reputed the principal reconciler of thedifferences betwixt the Romans and Sabines, and one that was mostinstrumental in persuading their kings to assent to peace and union.Thus descended, Publius Valerius, as it is said, whilst Romeremained under its kingly government, obtained as great a name from...　

THE SLEEPING BEAUTY IN THE WOODTHERE were formerly a king and a queen, who were sosorry that they had no children; so sorry that it cannotbe expressed. They went to all the waters in the world;vows, pilgrimages, all ways were tried, and all to nopurpose.At last, however, the Queen had a daughter. There wasa very fine christening; and the Princess had for her god-mothers all the fairies they could find in the whole kingdom(they found seven), that every one of them mightgive her a gift, as was the custom of fairies in those days.By this means the Princess had all the perfections imaginable.After the ceremonies of the christening were over, all...　

TANGLEWOOD TALESTANGLEWOOD TALESby NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE1- Page 2-TANGLEWOOD TALESTHE WAYSIDE.INTRODUCTORY.A short time ago, I was favored with a flying visit from my youngfriend Eustace Bright, whom I had not before met with since quitting thebreezy mountains of Berkshire. It being the winter vacation at his college,Eustace was allowing himself a little relaxation, in the hope, he told me, ofrepairing the inroads which severe application to study had made upon his...　

The Sorrows of Young Wertherby J.W. von GoetheTranslated by Thomas Carlyle and R.D. BoylanPREFACEI have carefully collected whatever I have been able to learn ofthe story of poor Werther, and here present it to you, knowingthat you will thank me for it. To his spirit and character youcannot refuse your admiration and love: to his fate you will notdeny your tears.And thou, good soul, who sufferest the same distress as he enduredonce, draw comfort from his sorrows; and let this little book bethy friend, if, owing to fortune or through thine own fault, thoucanst not find a dearer companion.BOOK IMAY 4.How happy I am that I am gone! My dear friend, what a thing is...　

The Red Cross Girlby Richard Harding DavisCONTENTSIntroduction by Gouverneur Morris1. THE RED CROSS GIRL2. THE GRAND CROSS OF THE CRESCENT3. THE INVASION OF ENGLAND4. BLOOD WILL TELL5. THE SAILORMAN6. THE MIND READER7. THE NAKED MAN8. THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF9. THE CARD-SHARPINTRODUCTIONR. H. D."And they rise to their feet as he passes, gentlemenunafraid."He was almost too good to be true. In addition, the godsloved him, and so he had to die young. Some people think thata man of fifty-two is middle-aged. But if R. H. D. had livedto be a hundred, he would never have grown old. It is notgenerally known that the name of his other brother was Peter...　

A Sappho of Green Springsby Bret HarteCONTENTSA SAPPHO OF GREEN SPRINGSTHE CHATELAINE OF BURNT RIDGETHROUGH THE SANTA CLARA WHEATA MAECENAS OF THE PACIFIC SLOPEA SAPPHO OF GREEN SPRINGSCHAPTER I"Come in," said the editor.The door of the editorial room of the "Excelsior Magazine" began tocreak painfully under the hesitating pressure of an uncertain andunfamiliar hand. This continued until with a start of irritationthe editor faced directly about, throwing his leg over the arm ofhis chair with a certain youthful dexterity. With one handgripping its back, the other still grasping a proof-slip, and his...　

KANSAS WOMEN IN LITERATUREKANSAS WOMEN INLITERATUREBY NETTIE GARMER BARKER1- Page 2-KANSAS WOMEN IN LITERATURETO MY NEAREST AND DEAREST MY SILENT PARTNERSMY HUSBAND AND MY MOTHER.``We are proud of Kansas, the beautiful queen, And proud are we ofher fields of corn; But a nobler pride than these I ween, Is our pride in herchildren, Kansas born!'Ellen P. AllertonOr adopted. In this galaxy of bright women, the State has a noblepride for every name, be its owner Kansas born or adopted, is a mightier...　

　　It was hot. The shallow place where I lay atop the desert ridge was like an oven, the rocks like burning coals. Out on the flat below, where the Apaches waited, the heat waves shimmered and danced. Only the far-off mountains looked cool.　When I tried to push out my tongue to touch my cracked lips it was like a dry stick in my mouth, and the dark splashes on the rock were blood ... my blood.　The round thing lying yonder with a bullet hole in it was my canteen, but there might be a smidgen of water left in the bottom - enough to keep me alive if I could get to it.　Down on the flat lay my sorrel horse, who had run himself to death trying to save my hide, and him with a bullet hole in his bel　

　　THE SENIOR partner studied the resume for the hundredth time and again found nothing he disliked about Mitchell Y. McDeere, at least not on paper. He had the brains, the ambition, the good looks. And he was hungry; with his background, he had to be. He was married, and that was mandatory. had never hired an unmarried lawyer, and it frowned heavily on divorce, as well as womanizing and drinking. Drug testing was in the contract. He had a degree in accounting, passed the CPA exam the first time he took it and wanted to be a tax lawyer, which of course was a requirement with a tax firm. He was white, and had never hired a black. They managed this by being secretive and clubbish and never s