By: J.D. Beresford

“You figure space as a void in three dimensions.”

By: Valery Bryusov

They resembled wild animals in their ferocity.

By: J.D. Beresford

I have no acquaintance with higher mathematics.

By: Valery Bryusov

Anarchy reached its last limits.

By: J.D. Beresford

“I don’t worry my ’ead about him.”

By: Valery Bryusov

There commenced a dreadful orgy of the despairing.

By: J.D. Beresford

He sat in an enceinte of piled volumes.

By: Valery Bryusov

The sense of property vanished.

By: J.D. Beresford

“His mind is a magnificent, terrible machine.”

By: Valery Bryusov

Some simulated madness in order to escape punishment.

By: J.D. Beresford

“I am determined that this infidel child shall go to school.”

By: Valery Bryusov

They fled in fright to the outskirts of the town.

By: J.D. Beresford

“So elementary… inchoate… a disjunctive… patchwork”

By: Valery Bryusov

Everyone fled who could.

By: J.D. Beresford

“Books,” he said.