James Mayo

The light in the entrance of the apartment was sub-dued. When the servant opened the door to the landings thedark oblong cut against the bright light beyond.Charles Hood tied his white silk scarf. To complete theeffect, the servant should now say: There's a trace of fog,sir/ But the man didn't. He...

ONE r?» csA-. A ROAD runs past the brick kilns on the southern fringe of Teheran. High red chimneys rise from the plain, black smoke drifting from their tops. The red and black earth is piled up in mounds, torn among hillocks of black ash and stone, clay and rubble. Here and there among the...