At the top of the Hillclimb, he stopped to survey his domain. The steps spilled down the open hillside amidst plantings and landings. In the summer, some landings had little white and yellow tables with people laughing and eating. But the chill wind off Elliott Bay had blown away such diners today. A shame, thought Wizard. The wind was juggling seagulls for an empty grandstand.
|--Wizard of the Pigeons|
The wind was juggling seagulls for an empty grandstand.
Is it better with or without context? I go back and forth. But I know I like it. It's an interesting book. it's fine to like men, any number of men, as long as you still like yourself.