He sat down on the edge of his bed and thought of Chicago. He thought of his childhood there, the Lake Shore Drive, Winnetka, the trip to Niagara Falls with his mother. He could hear the Falls now; He remembered the Fourth of July on the boat; the crowded examination room at college; the timeContinue reading “RKS American Literature: Convicted of Shoplifting (on a tipsy lark): Has Impulse Shattered This Man? (Conrad Aiken)”
