Author Archives: David Cain

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...

desperately insignificant

And of course I saw corpses, and grew used to their unimportant look, for a dead man without any of the panoply of death is a desperately insignificant object. Robertson Davies, Fifth Business

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what I knew

Because I do not want to posture in this account of myself as anything other than what I was at the time of my narrative, I shall write here only of what I knew when it happened. Robertson Davies, Fifth … Continue reading

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whatever happens

“There’s just one thing to remember; whatever happens, it does no good to be afraid.” Robertson Davies, Fifth Business

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Fattie

Fattie by David Cain Against my better judgement, I agreed to go to Stephanie’s party. I’m not usually keen on parties of any kind but this was a work party, put together to help Steph solidify some connections, raise her … Continue reading

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a stricken face

Leola wore a stricken face for days, and it was known that she was pining for Percy and forgave him in spite of everything, which made me cynical about women. Robertson Davies, Fifth Business

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narrative mirroring

I’ve had a new idea in narration. I use third person narration for stories that would usually require first person narration by having the third person narrator mirror the protagonist in attitude and vocabulary. If the protagonist feels an emotion, … Continue reading

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the slightest attention

Nobody paid the slightest attention to Mme. Verdurin. Some pretended not to know which was she and said good night by mistake to Mme. Cottard, appealing to me for confirmation with a “That is Mme. Verdurin, ain’t it?” Mme. d’Arpajon … Continue reading

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