"Her full lips, drinking, smiled. Rather stale smell that incense leaves next day. Like foul flowerwater.
- Would you like the window open a little?
She doubled a slice of bread into her mouth, asking:
- What time is the funeral?
- Eleven, I think, he answered. I didn't see the paper." (U4.315)
Email: [email protected]
- with questions, comments,
suggestions, or corrections
- for permission to use an image
- if you would like a paper copy of
a map, or a paper stereoviewer