Monthly Archives: August 2007

Heya heya

I’ve put off reading Le Guin’s Always Coming Home for years, because I knew I wasn’t ready for it. And then I knew that I was, and I loved it to bits, even though I keep waking up faintly depressed … Continue reading

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God is leaving us, we were thinking of a carriage clock

God is leaving us, God is leaving us; more pang, more pain that birth or death TS Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral Religious imagery has been leaping out on me so much I’m half-afraid I’m about to undergo a conversion. … Continue reading

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