But it happened. Neither was much to look at. Richie Bainard’s face was often in shadow under his wide-brim Stetson, and he carried himself with the twitchy presumption of an undersized bird at a feeder. Esther Block was blond as a Bavarian milkmaid and easily sixty pounds overweight, though her ...
Everyone fighting to get ahead, pushing, shoving, using their elbows and feet, every man for himself and anyone who gets in the way is trampled in the crush. That’s what you have to do. Personally, I’ve given up on it. —Beaumarchais, The Marriage of Figaro, 1784 After four years of excelling at w...