I am chilly, nephew. I can smell the fire from the neighbor's home and hope to get its heat.
Don't say that flames have no odors, they do, nephew, but only the truly cold can understand.
Don't wander the marketplaces or stand before the stores. D [...]
You need something to tend that exacts a stately pace. You could set type, dice vegetables for soup, or knit a tiny sweater no faster than the baby
gestates for whom it's meant. Or translate Martial, scrubbing the rust from your Latin. Then you co [...]
It frequently happens that an artist who has had enormous prestige during his lifetime suffers a temporary decline in his reputation after his death. T.S. Eliot is the perfect example.
How can we slow time down? How can we shed rot, Raspad? Sleepless nights on the Volga coast unleash miracles.
Where the eye relied on the droughty steppe for mercy, there, in swirling mist, the haystack of revolution rises.
In distant granaries a [...]
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