At a quarter to one, he began to feel hungry -- up to this point every move, or rather every moment, was in the writer's tradition. Even to the faint irritation that no one had annoyed him, no one had bothered him, no one had interfered with the long empty dream which constituted his average day.
Terrific stories: concise, vicious, delicious and sad. Runyon-esque comedies. Bleak undercurrents. Hilarious.
