rolling stone

My body used for his hard pleasure; a stone god gripping me in his hands.

“The US cannot tolerate the idea of any rival economic entity,” Stone writes.

Accusing his opponents of being locked in a Cold War mind-set, it is Stone who is beholden to old orthodoxies.

That Stone would slander the democratic, pro-Western, EuroMaidan revolution as a CIA coup is no surprise.

“Gently rolling hills” roll not-so-gently under my tires, but the English countryside scenery is soporific.

Sol laughed out of his whiskers, with a big, loose-rolling sound, and sat on the porch without waiting to be asked.

That evening in the gondola, with one old and two newer friends, is marked with a white stone in my recollection.

Monsieur,” growls the baron, “stone walls have ears, you say if only they had tongues; what tales these could tell!

A colossal steam "traveller" had ceaselessly carried great blocks of stone and long steel girders from point to point.

The clink of the stone-masons' chisels had resounded year after year from morning till night.