I am in here.
Not excepting even the credulous Kraus (see his De Selby’s Leben), all the commentators have treated de Selby’s disquisitions on night and sleep with considerable reserve. This is hardly to be wondered at since he held (a) that darkness was simply an accretion of ‘black air’, i.e., a staining of the atmosphere due to volcanic … Continue reading qotd, favorite author dept.
And wow, only 6 months to go, folks! And why not… it takes that long to read the bleeding book! However, Joyce was a genius. A genius who kept a lady’s stocking in his pocket, but a genius nevertheless. Come on now, folks, recite after me…. “Stately, plump Buck Mulligan….” Rejoyce Don’t know if you … Continue reading Joyce
No one came home 1. Max was in bed that morning, pressed against my feet, walking to my pillow to kiss my nose, long and lean with aqua- marine eyes, my sun prince who thought himself my lover. He was cream and golden orange, strong willed, lord of the other cats and his domain. He … Continue reading no one came home
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