People Who Relate What They Believe To

Another Dead Body. Every Year It Is The Same. Every Year, Another Dead Body.

In The Silence I Heard Bastet, Who Had Retreated Under The Bed, Carrying On A Mumbling, Profane Monologue. (if You Ask How I Knew It Was Profane, I Presume You Have Never Owned A Cat.)

I Sometimes Wonder What It Would Be Like To Be The Respected Patriarch Of An Ordinary English Family." "very Boring, Emerson.

A Church Ought To Express The Joy Of Religion As Well As Its Majesty.

Conventional History Completely Ignores Half The Human Race.