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Being that I don’t visit remote cultures and commune with primitive tribes, you would think anthropology would be the last thing on my mind. But I’ve realized that I do spend an almost excessive amount of time in the company of strange characters – the denizens of internet message
The summer of the final year was one of foliage and blooms, fiery fronds reaching up to the golden sun in playful arcs
When you read an exceptionally long novel, the nuances of prose and character become almost ingrained, so remembrance of a time they were not known is difficult to recall. Such is the case with Quicksilver, the first of Neal Stephenson’s massive Baroque Cycle. It seems as though I’ve
Looks like text from the Project Gutenberg archives can bypass the Google Spam filter. I received a standard spam for a pump-and-dump penny stock scam today containing some strange prose. Turns out its the text of a 1928 novel by Joseph C. Lincoln called Silas Bradford’s Boy [http://gutenberg.