I was gone. Now I'm back.
"In the tenth century...the Grand Vizier of Persia, Abdul Kassem Ismael, in order not to part with his collection of 117,000 volumes when travelling, had them carried by a caravan of four hundred camels trained to walk in alphabetical order."
--Alberto Manguel, A History of Reading
When I growl, the sound echoes like thunder all through the valleys and woodlands, and children tremble with fear, and women cover their heads with their aprons, and big men run and hide.
I don't care if you bring in the state militia, the volunteer fire department, the LA Thunderbirds, the ghost of Steve fucking McQueen, and ten fucking Roman gladiators, so long as we get credit
the proverbial fraction of splintered glacial floe above sea level;
I noticed you were trying to overcome me by the power of your eye, and your glance was so fierce and penetrating that I shook with fear.
1 Thessalonians, 2 Thessalonians, Red Thessalonians, Blue Thessalonians
now and just this moment, as is, in the present. Yes.
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