Music Is The Way Our Memories Sing

Over The Years, He [everett Dirksen] Developed A Style Of Infinitely Subtle Fustian, Whose Effect Can Still Be Remotely Approximated By Sipping Twelve-year-old Bourbon, Straight, While Reading Dickens Aloud, In A Sort Of Sepulchral Purr.

Human Ingenuity Has Given Centuries To The Goal Of Ensuring That The Human Body Might Move Around At An Even 68 Degrees All Year.

The Church Became Both More Accessible And Less Imposing. It Threw Itself Open To Risk.

The Kiss Is A Wordless Articulation Of Desire Whose Object Lies In The Future, And Somewhat To The South.

One Can Live With The Thought Of One's Own Death. It Is The Thought Of The Death Of The Words And Books That Is Terrifying For That Is The Deeper Extinction.