archives for June 2006
“what time is it, quentin?!”
Thursday 29 June 2006 | I like a cookie
The above is an, um, quotation from an experimental band once fronted by the Brujo and his dysthymic best friend (now an Ivy-League professor…why do all the depressed young men become professors?); these two, along with assorted other male 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 [...]
