October 2007 Issue [Fiction] Admiral Download PDF Adjust Share by T. C. Boyle, This article is only available as a PDF to subscribers. Download PDF More from T. C. Boyle No Slant to the Sun There was no slant to the sun — it was just there, overhead, burning, making him sweat, making his underwear bind and the shirt stick to his back as if it had been… Sic Transit There was a foul odor coming from the house—?the odor, as it turned out, of rotting flesh—?but nobody did anything about it, at least not at first. I was away… What separates us from the animals Adjust Share