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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Year of the Snake
On their way to work one morning, down the path along the lake, Some cowherds and Lord Krishna met a monumental snake. It lay there in their...
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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 ... -
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... -
I’ve been sailing all my life now Never harbor or port have I known The wide universe is the ocean I travel And the earth is my blue boat ho...
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