Once upon a time, the standard collection of three brothers were assigned the usual set of pointless tasks.
The oldest brother, being at all times the biggest and knowing himself to be the smartest, took no care at all. 283 more words
I will never understand the impulse to tame the still life table. Every corner of the universe is colored, littered with light, lousy with lines, sumptuous in shapes, an alacrity of alliteration. 28 more words