His Soul Swooned Slowly

A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for...

The Human Pattern

Behind the cotton wool is hidden a pattern; that we � I mean all human beings � are connected with this; that the whole world is a work of art; that we are parts of the work of art. Hamlet or a Beeth...

What We Are About

I think the iPod is the true face of Republican politics, and I�m in favor of the music industry - standing up proud and saying it out loud: We in the Chiclet-manufacturing business are not about soc...