Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.
He rested sitting on the un-stepped mast and sail and tried not to think but only to endure.
I decided that I would write one story about each thing that I knew about.
A wine shop was open and I went in for some coffee. It smelled of early morning, of swept dust, spoons in coffee-glasses and the wet circles left by wine glasses.
We're always lucky,' I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood.
A bottle of wine was good company.