archives for June 2006
what time is it, quentin?!
Thursday 29 June 2006 | I like a cookie
The above is a, um, quotation from an experimental band once fronted by the Brujo and his dysthymic best friend (now an Ivy League philosophy professor…why do all the depressed young men become philosophy professors?); they and half-a-dozen other students called themselves Les Frères Subtils, because, of course, they were neither brothers nor were they […]
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the madwoman in the casita
Monday 5 June 2006 | I like a cookie
In the deep shade, at the further end of the room, a figure ran backwards and forwards. What it was, whether beast or human being, one could not, at first sight, tell: it grovelled, seemingly, on all fours; it snatched and growled like some strange wild animal; but it was covered with clothing; and a […]
