We’re getting awfully close to “With spider’s oil the lamps of Salem burn.” It’s not spider’s oil, but it’s in a spider-centric novel, and any sort of creepy-crawly being a source of lamp oil is a pretty unusual idea.
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Red and blue spectacles
My last post, " In New York, about the only garbage they won't pick up is sunglasses ," begins with a dream of mine that featu...
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Following up on the idea that the pecked are no longer alone in their bodies , reader Ben Pratt has brought to my attention these remarks by... -
Disclaimer: My terms are borrowed (by way of Terry Boardman and Bruce Charlton) from Rudolf Steiner, but I cannot claim to be using them in ... -
I dreamt that a very large man walked into the lobby of my school. He was maybe six foot six and looked like he weighed well over 400 pounds...
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