Original Short Stories — Volume 05

book collectors who ransack book stalls. I just look at the sights, at

the people, at all that is passing by and all that is going on.

“Toward the middle of September--it was beautiful weather--I went out one afternoon, not knowing where I was going. One always has a vague wish to call on some pretty woman or other. One chooses among them in one's mental picture gallery, ...