Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Rome.

An old arch, framing a delicate landscape that one could walk into.

You should go and listen to this Meal of Thorns, if you haven’t already, if you don’t partake as a regular matter of course; I mean, it’s about Lud-in-the-Mist, so of course, but it’s also Jake Casella Brookins’ interlocutor this episode, Marita Arvaniti, and what she has to say about the impression of theatre on f--rie, and the text-roots she taps, and the space she opens up and out with them, and also, that she found the name of her cat in Lolly Willowes. So, go (and while you’re there, do congratulate Jake on those Hugo nominations).

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Vertigo in Guantánamo.

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