Elif Batuman Reads Sylvia Townsend Warner
The New Yorker: Fiction
The Train Stopped at Yetten Halte
Clive had never known the train to stop there before. He got out carrying his bag of samples and ran across country. The house was certainly empty, on its weather side a back door had rotted from its hinges. Clive thought if i am killed, there will be no one to give evidence that i left the train at yetten halt.
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