A warm green, I think that is the earliest image in my memory: the green of a tiled stove whose upper rim supposedly was ringed by the relief design of a gypsy camp. But I only know that because my mother told me. However I rack my brain, it will not bring this picture back to me. But I kept the green, a warm winebottle green with a dull shine.

I got thru the lines and talked with the Captain and got all the Dope.

The discovery of the olinguito shows us that the world is not yet completely explored, its most basic secrets not yet revealed.

One day a Kansas woman watched her neighbors pull up stakes and head back toward Missouri, and wistfully noted in her diary that they were traveling worldward, and every mile will bring them closer to civilization. (27:198)