It was a short one-paragraph item in the morning edition.

“The world of the grotesque is the darkness within us. Well before Freud and Jun…”

“No mistake about it. Ice is cold; roses are red; I'm in love. And this love is …”

“The feel of her hand has never left me. It was different from any other hand I'…”

“Death leaves cans of shaving cream half-used.”