Ma Perkins Comes To Stay, 2009
The Machine-Tooled Happyland (essay), 1965
The Machineries of Joy, 1960
Father Brian delayed going below to breakfast because he thought he heard Father Vittorini down there, laughing. Vittorini, as usual, was dining alone. So who was there to laugh with, or at?
Us, thought Fathez Brian, that's who.
He listened again.
Across the hall Father Kelly too was hiding, or meditating, rather, in his room.
They never let Vittorini finish breakfast, no, they always managed to join him as he chewed his last bit of toast. Otherwise they could not have borne their guilt through the day.
Madame Et Monsieur Shill, 1997
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The Mafioso Cement-Mixing Machine, 2003
The Maiden, 1947
The Man, 1949
The Man in the Rorschach Shirt, 1966
The Man Upstairs, 1947
He remembered how carefully and expertly Grandmother would fondle the cold cut guts of the chicken and withdraw the marvels therein; the wet shining loops of meat- smelling intestine, the muscled lump of heart, the gizzard with the collection of seeds in it. How neatly and nicely Grandma would slit the chicken and push her fat little hand in to deprive it of its medals. These would be segregated, some in pans of water, others in paper to be thrown to the dog later, perhaps. And then the ritual of taxidermy, stuffing the bird with watered, seasoned bread, and performing surgery with a swift, bright needle, stitch after pulled-tight stitch.
Marionettes, Inc., 1949
They walked slowly down the street at about ten in the evening, talking calmly. They were both about thirty-five, both eminently sober.
'But why so early?' said Smith.
'Because,' said Braling.
'Your first night out in years and you go home at ten o'clock.'
'Nerves, I suppose.'
'What I wonder is how you ever managed it. I've been trying to get you out for ten years for a quiet drink. And now, on the one night, you insist on turning in early.'
'Mustn't crowd my luck,' said Braling.
The Marriage, 2010
The Marriage Mender, 1954
Marvels and Miracles, Pass It On, 1950
Massinello Pietro, 1964
A Matter of Taste, 1952
McGillahee's Brat, 1956
The Meadow, 1948
A Medicine for Melancholy, 1959
Memento Mori, 2003
The Messiah, 1971
"We all have that special dream when we are young," said Bishop Kelly.
The others at the table murmured, nodded.
"There is no Christian boy," the Bishop continued, "who does not some night wonder: am I Him? Is this the Second Coming at long last, and am I It? What, what, oh, what, dear God, if I were Jesus? How grand!"
The Priests, the Ministers, and the one lonely Rabbi laughed gently, remembering things from their own childhoods, their own wild dreams, and being great fools.
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The Million-Year Picnic (из "Марсианских хроник"), ?
A Miracle of Rare Device, 1962
The Miracles of Jamie, 1946
Jamie Winters worked his first miracle in the morning. The second, third, and various other miracles came later in the day. But the first miracle was always the most important.
It was always the same: "Make Mother well. Put color in her cheeks. Don't let Mom be sick too much longer."
It was Mom's illness that had first made him think about himself and miracles. And because of her he kept on, learning how to be good at them so that he could keep her well and could make life jump through a hoop.
The Mirror, 1997
Miss Appletree And I, 2009
The Monster Maker, 1944
Mr Pale, 1997
The Murder, 2009
The Murderer, 1953
Music moved with him in the white halls. He passed an office door: "The Merry Widow Waltz." Another door: "Afternoon of a Faun." A third: "Kiss Me Again." He turned into a cross corridor: "The Sword Dance" buried him in cymbals, drums, pots, pans, knives, forks, thunder, and tin lightning. All washed away as he hurried through an anteroom where a secretary sat nicely stunned by Beethoven's Fifth. He moved himself before her eyes like a hand, she didn't see him.
His wrist radio buzzed.
My Son, Max, 1993