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I remember it perfectly. Cassandra, the beautiful prophetess, has just left my bed chamber.

Was that a Kiss? #1

With so much time on her hands she often went in search of adventure. Sometimes she would dive...

"Sing a song of sixpence pockets full of rye," the children chanted.

Because he is now dead, the true account of...

In William Butler Yeats' "Wild Swans at Coole" he writes regarding the passage to flight of the swans, he heard "the great bell beat of their wings." What nonsense! We know birds' wings can never...

The unshaven, one-legged man sat at the shabby café off Spadina, reading The Toronto Mail. He by-passed the lead story about Palestinian peace talks and turned directly to local crime news--the...

Clutching her egg basket and praying she might get enough money to feed her boys, the widow trudged up the stony path.

She had just reached the outskirts of the village when she saw it,...

One terrible winter a grizzled, old fellow and his reliable donkey, bearing baskets of grain upon...

Atop the dusty hill the fortress at Carcassone loomed in gloom-ridden shadow, its turrets and tile-roofed towers monstrous monuments to death. Turning up the narrow, cobbled alley leading to the...