Time is the speed at which the past decays, but disneys enable a brief resurrection.
The world never stops unmaking what the world never stops making. But who says the world has to make sense?
The night in question, I had put aside my perpetual lavatory read, , because of all the manuscripts (inedible green tomatoes) submitted to Cavendish-Redux, my new stable of champions. I suppose it was...
The library refused many downloads, of course, but I succeeded with two Optimists translated from the Late English, Orwell and Huxley;
The learnin' mind is the livin' mind... an' any sort o' smart is truesome smart, old smart or new, high smart or low.
The first of ‘Goose’s Two Laws of Survival.’ It runs thus, ‘The weak are meat the strong do eat.’ ... Henry grinned in the dark & cleared his throat. The second law of survival states that there is n...
The better organized the state, the duller its humanity.
That’s my problem with new-age stuff. In common with many irrational views it harks back to a sense of something ancient while rejecting anything provably historical. It’s like the miserable concept o...
Teachers're always using that in your own words. I hate that. Authors knit their sentences tight. It's their job. Why make us unpick them, just to put it back together more shonkily? How're you s'pose...
Survival often demands our courage.
Scholars discern motions in history & formulate these motions into rules that govern the rises & falls of civilizations. My belief runs contrary, however. To wit: history admits no rules, only outcome...
Men have imagined republics and principalities that never really existed at all. Yet the way men live is so far removed from the way they ought to live that anyone who abandons what ‘is’ for what ‘sho...
In racy Victorian novels, beware of young widows.
If you don’t want the fish, why do you catch them? A few seconds pass. For the quality of the conversation.
I light up, fumigate my alveolar sacs and think dark thoughts
I feel sad that I found what I searched for, but no longer want what I found.
I do not break my Sabbath fast in a whorehouse.
Heresy is fissiparous, however.
Hell hell because, there, evil passes unremarked upon.
Guys are all sperm-guns.