The notion of a universality of human experience is a confidence trick >>
Comedy is tragedy that happens to other people. >>
Fine art, that exists for itself alone, is art in a final state of imp >>
Call a truce, then, to our labors -- let us feast with friends and nei >>
So stick up ivy and the bays, and then restore the heathen ways, green >>
A lovely thing about Christmas is that it's compulsory, like a thunder >>
Midnight, and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves birthday, the door of the solstice still wide enough open to let them all slink through.