My father always used to say that when you die, if you’ve got five real friends, then you’ve had a great life.
My father always used to say that when you die, if you’ve got five real friends, then you’ve had a great life.
Where Earwigs Dare A silver trail across the monitor; fresh mouse-droppings beneath the swivel-chair; the view obscured by rogue japonica.…
The game of science is, in principle, without end. He who decides one day that scientific statements do not call…
We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an…
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