whiles within whiles
It’s not that I dislike paparrazi. It’s that I dislike photography.
Chalmers Van Nest, The Trivial Quadrivium.
It’s not that I dislike paparrazi. It’s that I dislike photography.
Chalmers Van Nest, The Trivial Quadrivium.
“Naming considered as a form of child abuse,” mumbled Gregory. Then, louder and with purpose: “A call for criteria. Anyone?”
Burdyce Goode, Philosophy of Vegetables.
…the attempt to impose permanent solutions on problems that are ephemeral (or even illusory).
Malcolm Scrivener, The Reclining of the West.
Euclid’s aliments
all is last
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
Rule No. 1: Do not quote rock ‘n’ roll lyrics. For any reason. (And I assume that none of the foregoing can be found in rock songs.)
Logan Nygaard, A Treatise on Amusement.
What is wrong with this: Marxist chemical engineering?
Axel Porphyrie, Doing Without Knowing.
“Social” is a gender construct.
Amanda Willcoxen, ed., The Literary and Philosophical Fragments of Gregory James Sallust.
Beware of those who would institute fascism in order to prevent “fascism.”
Ambrose Glendenning, The Crumbling Modern Buildings.
The mind hops, not from pleasure to pleasure but from hope to hope. Certainly never from truth to truth. But is “hopping” the right notion?
Christopher Hallows, The Red Herrings of Doom.
Rock music embodies a desire to destroy. Hopping up and down only seems harmless.
Octavius Kinder, A Sustainable Unhappiness.