“You are a beautiful boy,” I said.

The German girls are not beautiful.

It was a beautiful country, he said.

“Tell him he is a beautiful boy,” the lady said.

“They’re back in the corrals fighting about who gets the beautiful horses,” Hernandez grinned.

He smiled a beautiful Italian smile and wrote something on the receipt stub, holding it so I could not see.

He was being led around the paddocks with his head down and when he went by me I felt all hollow inside he was so beautiful.

The hospital was very old and very beautiful, and you entered through a gate and walked across a courtyard and out a gate on the other side.

It was very beautiful in the spring and summer, the bay blue and bright and usually whitecaps on the lake out beyond the point from the breeze blowing from Charlevoix and Lake Michigan.

I showed them the papers, which were written in very beautiful language and full of fratellanza and abnegazione, but which really said, with the adjectives removed, that I had been given the medals because I was an American.

George was coming down in telemark position, kneeling; one leg forward and bent, the other trailing; his sticks hanging like some insect’s thin legs, kicking up puffs of snow as they touched the surface and finally the whole kneeling, trailing figure coming around in a beautiful right curve, crouching, the legs shot forward and back, the body leaning out against the swing, the sticks accenting the curve like points of light, all in a wild cloud of snow.