Part one of term paper
After my first evening at Pine Vale, I decided I'd never tell Howard Finley my name. I was sitting on a stone bench under the evergreens in the darkening twilight, inspecting the piece of wood that I'd been carving. It was going to be a dog--maybe a German shepherd. I liked to shape things, not just whittle. I thought about smoking. No ...

Part two of term paper
... suffering the wounds of age, but as if each step was a new adventure with no past and an uncertain future. He stopped beneath a yellow light. Tall and slim, he was, with thick, white sideburns, and a distant manner that added to the impression of nobility. I sucked a slow, deep breath between pursed lips and held it, as if I had a cigarette. First I remembered the smoke warm and biting; then I remembered it menthol-cool. Where the second person came from, I'm not certain. I was su ...