… 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.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
… 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…
Literature is the noblest of all the arts. Music dies on the air, or at best exists only as a…