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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On June 11, I posted " The Pot of Yellow Stew, aka Lake of Golden Dreams ," followed the next day by " Cary Yale ." In a...
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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 ... -
Just because you can do something with technology doesn’t mean you should. The other day, being out and about rather early in the morning, I...
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