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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Buckets, bathtubs, and seas of stories (plus hoopoes and caballeros)
On the night of April 6-7, I had the dream posted in " A bathtub full of books ," which was about just that: a bathtub -- which wo...
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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’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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