Nothing but crickets. No one ever regretted being silent. ...let him press his lips with a finger to signal silence and turn into an Harpocrates. It is has been quiet, no sales, no phone calls, no letters eve. I... Continue Reading →
While contemplating the concept of Distancing (as a gerund ) I wondered when that happened , and that led me to John Webb 1625-1693, tr. who translated book 8 of Hymen's Præludia... which just happened to be on my to... Continue Reading →
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