"There were two white men in charge of the trading station. Kayerts, the chief, was short and fat; Carlier, the assistant, was tall, with a large head and a very broad trunk perched upon a long pair of thin legs." "Kayerts had been in the Administration of the Telegraphs, and knew how to express himself correctly....He regretted the streets, the pavements, the cafes, his friends of many years; all the things he used to see, day after day; all the thoughts suggested by familiar things--the thoughts effortless, monotonous, and soothing of a Government clerk; he regretted all the gossip, the small enmities, the mild venom, and the little jokes of Government offices." "Carlier, an ex-non-commissioned officer of cavalry in an army guaranteed from harm by several European Powers.." "Society, not from any tenderness, but because of its strange needs, had taken care of those two men, forbidding them all independent thought, all initiative, all departure from ...
‘Some of the stories are funny, some of them will send a chill up your spine, but each of them is handled with the utmost care, and nothing feels out of place.’ My collection of Short Stories is available on amazon kindle, or as paperback or hardback:
At an exhibition I came across this series of brooches brilliantly crafted by the Swedish silversmith/craftsman Christer Jönsson. Each is a strange little asymmetrical world in itself- or rather a little stage- of intertwining branches of silver and gold from which hang little minature figures and ornaments. They are like little worlds, with bats and skulls and skeletons, comedy and tragedy masks and marionette-like human figures in flat silver. A profile page. The Jungfuhuset gallery.
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