Grief wounds: it strikes; it overwhelms. It convulses the body, threatening to shake it apart like a flimsily constructed toy. It is an almost physical thing: we bear its weight; we break beneath it. Grief is an emotion, not just of the brain, but of the entire nervous system: it…
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A Review of Christopher Priest's new novel, Expect Me Tomorrow
Today is my birthday. I've run all the way around the sun fifty-two times in a row and now I'm starting again without so much as time to pant. But…
An Attempt to Promote a Name, and Thereby an Ontology
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What is it we fear, precisely, when we fear death? The answer would seem simple, indeed utterly obvious: we fear dying! Being dead! Not existing any…
Looking at Two Fantasy Works Each in the Light of the Other
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