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There was a turtle named Arnold who went to college. He studied carrying heavy loads and going without water. He graduated with honors as a camel.
By SparrowMarch 1985Death is the most pleasant thing that will happen to you, though it is very hard to convince people of that.
By Howard Jay RubinMarch 1985I explained: “There was a bright flash of light, the most beautiful thing you ever saw. Then came a wave of heat. It was so painful it was almost luxuriant. Then I began to feel myself melt. And then . . . then I was preparing for this party.”
By Samuel BlairFebruary 1985Wycke, I knew, had thought of his eyes as prisms, capable of seeing many points of view at once. They sat in deep dark sockets, alert, cautious, and ever vulnerable, like two small animals uneasy in their burrows.
By Reid ChampagneSeptember 1984July 1984Newspapers are unable, seemingly, to discriminate between a bicycle accident and the collapse of civilization.
George Bernard Shaw
April 1983Someday, after we have mastered the winds, the waves, the tides, and gravity, we shall harness for God the energies of love. Then for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.
Teilhard de Chardin
She grew up and retreated into a tower, where she lived for 20 years. No one understood this. Her friends thought perhaps she’d gone mad. When she emerged, she could fly. Everyone was very impressed, watching her fly over the sea.
By SparrowApril 1983Cholestiatoma is a loving beast; as with other cancers, he comes like a string around the finger, a chain around the throat, to insure that we do not idly forget why we are here. Cholestiatoma (Chole when masculine, Choleste when feminine) lives in my skull between the meninges and the right orbit.
By David KoteenFebruary 1983Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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