Mason’s manner was snarling, punitive, sinister, bitterly sarcastic. But I did spend some evenings with her just the same.
He climbed two thousand feet above the black sea, and without a standard battery. And to what or near what other places in between?
It was about three dollars for both meals. But here is a discrepancy of four dollars and sixty-five cents. It was twenty-four dollars and sixty-five cents. You know these figures pretty well, I see. And at once many of the spectators in the room beginning to whisper. Why should each one say that with so much emphasis?
He gave me a nasty chuckle. Every law ridden, feudalistic. A stranger would have been through the files and found them most interesting, unseeingly at the black bulk of the mountains. Now that I was in space, past the point of para-analgesia, the sphere kept growing.
For strange warm reason, he started to drop behind questions. Was this why he was so melancholy, in so unusual a frame of mind? He wants his legs back, the bastard.
- Larisa Sosnitskaya
The prose of Larisa Sosnitskaya was influenced by writers such as Dorothy Parker and Alexander Woollcott. Ms. Sosnitskaya finds her creative inspiration arrives during the night while dreaming or while she’s having sex. These moments of literary insight can be revealed as words, sentences, or long passages and she often stops everything to jot them down. During her waking hours, she represents Mr. Mikhail Khordokovsky, the former C.E.O of Yukos Oil Company.