Carl Van Vechten

“ When Aseyndiros found that the River had arisen he knew he was too late. He threw the bowl of marmalade far into the brake and a wandering coyote carried it home to his mate, wondering the while. There is no novelty to be found in this world in individual objects but what strange combinations can we not dream out. ”

“ All was over. She had fulfilled her promise to herself, and the River had assisted her. In drinking the dregs, however, she remembered and shuddered. Was the River, IN THE END, of the stuff men are made of? ”