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I ink, therefore I alm.
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
I ink, therefore I alm.
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
It is not that the mirror lies, it’s that mirrors are opaque.
Nigel Swoone, Old Theories of Time.
Marcus had formulated an opinion concerning “certainty.” And he was eager to share it with all acquaintances.
Gareth Spence, She Braved All.
I have no interest in being “right.” In the sense of courting agreement. I harbor no illusions concerning agreement.
Axel Porphyrie, Doing Without Knowing.
Desiring grace means that you do not have it. Cannot?
Alice Trinculo, Speaking to Sparrows.
Someone—who was it?—wrote of the “tragedy” of mechanical systems.
Titus Musgrave, Carthago Delenda Est.
“Everything is past,” said Holmes. “The future holds nothing.”
Agatha Vox, When Everything Was Singing.
Helen decided that she had no more to say concerning Andrew’s delusions of adequacy.
Trent Bendix, Patricia Knows Best.
Kent yearned for stardom, yes, but did he own the shallowness necessary for that status? There lay the question.
Stephanie Biggers, Cat Farming in Nigeria.
“No, Janet. I certainly did understand your perplexity. And I am sure that a fire poker is a wonderful implement.”
Ruth Ledgerwood, Death by Logic.