We Can Forgive Anything As Long As

It Was One Of Those Perfect English Autumnal Days Which Occur More Frequently In Memory Than In Life.

Early This Morning, 1 January 2021, Three Minutes After Midnight, The Last Human Being To Be Born On Earth Was Killed In A Pub Brawl In A Suburb Of Buenos Aires, Aged Twenty-five Years, Two Months And Twelve Days.

Absolute Nakedness Was Intrusive, Confusing To The Senses. Paradoxically, It Both Revealed And Diminished Identity.

Metaphysical Speculation Is About As Pointless As A Discussion On The Meaning Of One's Lungs. They're For Breathing.

I Can Understand The Poor And Stupid Voting For Marxism Or One Of Its Fashionable Variants. If You've No Hope Of Being Other Than A Slave, You May As Well Opt For The Most Efficient Form Of Slavery.