Holding the Horse’s Tail/ Ernest Hemingway

  Now he remembered coming down through the timber in the dark holding the horse’s tail when you could not see and all the stories that he meant to write.¬†About the half-wit chore boy who was left at the ranch that time and told not to let any one get any hay, and that old […]

Evil Memories/ James Joyce

    There are sins or (let us call them as the world calls them) evil memories which are hidden away by man in the darkest places of the heart but they abide there and wait. He may suffer their memory to grow dim, let them be as though they had not been and all […]