“You’re not a veganite, are you?” he said.

My mother kept a cook and a nursemaid, and a dvornik, or outdoor man, to take care of the horses, the cow, and the woodpile.

As we crossed the Colorado-Utah border I saw God in the sky in the form of huge gold sunburning clouds above the desert […]

No matter that the trombone would seem to be an instrument particularly ill-suited to the purpose; in Mangelsdorff's hands, it might as well be anything from a panpipe to a cello.