Prose of the Day

The long rococo halls, giddy with plush and whorled designs in gold, were people with Roman fragments, white and disassociated; a runner...

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The year 2000, 43rd of April. This day—is a day of the greatest solemnity! Spain has a king. He has been found. I am that king. Only this ve...

"A throng of bearded men, in sad-coloured garments and grey steeple-crowned hats, inter-mixed with women, some wearing hoods, and other...

The gondola swayed so gently that Henry was not aware of moving in any direction, merely staying still. As her underclothes sank, he imagine...

As far back as I can remember I have listened to the sea: to the sound of it mingling with the wind in the filao needles, the wind that neve...

Imagine a Carthage sown with salt, and all the sowers gone, and the seeds lain however long in the earth, till there rose finally in vegetab...