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Tuesday, 7 December 2010
Pectinated
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Groping after self-improvement, I happened to read this : To set cross leg'd, or with our fingers pectinated or shut together is acco...
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Monday, 6 December 2010
By And Large
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There are two ways that a sailing ship can sail. It can sail large , with the wind behind it and the sails bulging, bellying, billowing and...
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Sunday, 5 December 2010
Paracelsus, Gnomes, Sylphs and the Rape of the Lock
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Paracelsus was an alchemist, chemist, medic, and all-round egg-head of the sixteenth century. Paracelsus was not his real name of course: t...
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Saturday, 4 December 2010
The Jobler Who Jobbled
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A jobler is somebody who does small jobs. This means, I think, that one could jobble . One could spend Saturday afternoon jobbling , and no...
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Friday, 3 December 2010
Exorable and Inexorable
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Yesterday a distressed damsel asked me why so many things were inexorable , and so few, so terribly few, were exorable . If you take inex...
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Thursday, 2 December 2010
Snow
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Eskimos have no more words for snow than we do. The notion that they do is a myth , a mirage, and a cold white lie. They certainly don'...
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Wednesday, 1 December 2010
The Fool's Quotation
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In an idle moment, in an idle hour, during an idle life, I picked up a copy of Open Skies, Closed Minds . It's by a civil servant who ...
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