He in the limbo of the Christless righteous, I in a terrestrial hell.

“One spring morning timing the lean near-liquid progress of a horse on a track, …”

“He couldn't remember where he was. The thought made him smile”

“The crumpled butcherpaper mountains lay in sharp shadowfold under the long blue…”

“He said I was bein hard on myself. Said it was a sign of old age. Tryin to set …”