One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible insect. –Franz Kafka, “The Metamorphosis” One night, when Grgrsmszzz woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his sleeping place into a horrible human the size of a bug–life inside the kitchen wall would never
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The wind was a constant, a dry, gritty west wind that in winter ranted and wailed across the prairie like a madwoman on roller skates. In the dead of summer it was almost always a sighing, an incoherent but incessant babble. There was madness, Mrs. R. thought, in that wind and in the empty horizon.
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Elvis watched the sun flash from the blade of his sword as he removed the dragon’s blood. It was his fourth killing this year and he was becoming bored. Not only he but the king’s subjects were becoming bored. He was no longer a hero but merely a workaday knight doing a job. He dropped
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WOLF RESPONDS TO REVIEWS OF AN OFF-BROADWAY PRODUCTION OF RED RIDING HOOD It’s ridiculous, an actor of my stature appearing off-Broadway, but they lost their lead- mugging or something-just prior to opening. My name lends credence to a new company, new production. We do that in theater. My name is synonymous with the role, you
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Everyone loves a good yarn about Vikings and inexplicably childlike Native Americans and eyeballs flying all over the place, right? Remember that time Vikings almost wiped out all the Native Americans, except that other Viking was there to save them, even though he had been adopted by them and then outcast for no reason? Oh,
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