… I turned to Aunt Agatha, whose demeanour was now rather like that of one who, picking daisies on the railway, has just caught the down express in the small of the back.
Moore's Paradox It is raining but I don't believe that it is.
Machines Dearest, note how these two are alike: This harpsichord pavane by Purcell And the racer's twelve-speed bike. The machinery…
Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature of that in which it…