The neon sign fizzled in the rain, sounding like an overdose of Bromo-seltzer when you are drunk...

Dawn is a thin, gray line of half-light, dividing the earth into two parts...

The bull-horn blares its raucous message, :Calking, F. H., Aviation Ordinance man third class, report to Lieutenant Langston;s stateroom immediately."

"Tell me, Mrs. Morrison," the man's voice asked, kindly, "When do you feel Jubie began to, as you put it, go 'bad'?"

The blood of death would not shock this sun. The thin winter sun, bare trees, slim straight shadows...