jul 06, 2011
“―You, Armstrong, Stephen said. What was the end of Pyrrhus?
―End of Pyrrhus, sir?
―I know, sir. Ask me, sir, Comyn said.
―Wait. You, Armstrong. Do you know anything about Pyrrhus?
A bag of figrolls lay snugly in Armstrong’s satchel. He curled them between his palms at
whiles and swallowed them softly. Crumbs adhered to the tissue of his lips. A sweetened
boy’s breath. Welloff people, proud that their eldest son was in the navy. Vico road,
In Stephen’s classroom, Frank muses on the names of cookies and of boys.