The assay house at Marsk keeps no fire. Heat swells the brass, and a swelled beam reads long, so the arms of the great scale hang over a slate floor cold enough to ache the teeth of anyone who works there past the third bell. I was sixteen the winter I was to be sworn, … Continue reading The Empty Pan
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There Is No Junk Mail
A direct-mail man was once asked how he could live with himself, sending out all that junk. There is no junk mail, he said. There are junk people. He meant it as a defense and it isn't one, but buried in the ugliness is the only useful theory of slop I know, and it starts … Continue reading There Is No Junk Mail
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