Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Aya Sinclair.

The Rosy Cross.

Whitby.

Pynchon.

Schema.

Imperial appetites.

Howl.

Aw, nuts. Our wretched discourse, destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, is taking its toll on the incomparable Bob Somerby:

SABBATICAL: Note the cranky tone of this piece? We’re totally sick of our cranky tone too! For that reason, we’re planning to take a significant break, from which we may not even return! (To quote Arnold Schwarzenegger: “Yes, it’s true…”)

Do what you must, sir, but please—hurry back.

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