At Land
And who said it was uncomfortable here, in this pleated space full of augury and auspice, replete with the aromatic juices of a digesting whale? Dark yes, and damp, dripping from the ceiling. But disagreeable? Far less than the cloud I wandered through on my way to Tarshish, far less malevolent tha...
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| Publicat a: | URI:https://journals.openedition.org/jsse, |
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| Format: | Article ou chapitre numérique |
| Idioma: | Anglais |
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Journal of the Short Story in English
2014
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| Accés en línia: | Accès Université d'Orléans et IFPM |
| Sumari: | And who said it was uncomfortable here, in this pleated space full of augury and auspice, replete with the aromatic juices of a digesting whale? Dark yes, and damp, dripping from the ceiling. But disagreeable? Far less than the cloud I wandered through on my way to Tarshish, far less malevolent than the icy water that I flailed around in, drowning, before that gate of teeth opened wide and swallowed me whole, saving me from my inescapable fate.But wait. I am sailing the prairie, steering thi... |
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