The wall slid up and away. There were at least fifty people having drinks before the conference panel when this entire wall slid up and into the ceiling, doubling the size of the room. 

For our honeymoon we went to Tuscany. This got a big sigh from me. I love my job, this city, my life.

Helen still had trouble believing her eyes: Walter, all five-hundred pounds of him, lay naked in the bed with a girl, also naked, beneath him. Extending two fingers, Helen poked Walter's arm as if gauging 

The party was a failure. I can’t even tell you what a failure it was. There are no words. Only a great pain in my chest when I wake up. On the veranda. It’s better when I sit in the chair. 

There’s a hill east of the village, not as tall as others, but I can see every road worth seeing. Someone planted tulips around a maple up there. I don’t know why—maybe a family buried a dead pet

She can quote Milton Friedman from memory. She can lock her ankles behind her head.

It was grandmother who encouraged me to leave school, just as it was, just where I was. “With your education,” she explained, “you’re practically sure.”

“Of what!”

“Don’t be laggard.”

“Before I give up school I ought to know a few things.” I don’t say what. I have no prejudices. (Then.)

Ten miles to the south, the road on which they drove turned inland, crossed the mountains on the spine of Baja, and ran for thirty miles within sight of the Sea of Cortez.

A man has died, but in his casket, in his skull’s gray dungeon—the world’s tiniest theater, his last thought remains. Down in the ghetto of the dead, the terminal second of an existence otherwise unimportant is kept in perpetuity.

1. A wall. Once, the wall was white; now it's an ugly yellow... the color of dried urine, old newspaper or faded hopes-and-longings. (Brings to mind the principle that beauty is unstable: while