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De harmonia mundi.

play fool to catch wise.

‘It is poor country for the wraiths . . . far too warm.’

There’s a way back home, a way back home

The voltage surges need not be ‘malfunctions’ of the transporter.

a ‘phantom zone’ has existed all along

the self is now swaddled in electromagnetic skin.

into the demolished world of form and colour which hung motionlessly around him.

five things are true.

About the sun many dark clouds appeared.

The Pyramid of Inscriptions.

“died swearing” in a tavern at the age of twenty-nine.

“I want to tell you one thing,” he said.

Pantomime is to language what marmalade is to butter.

Great bars of golden lights slanted down into the forest as if through open windows.

and the beat of the Master–Word very faint upon mine inward ear.

Some claim that the cure—stopping the harmful behavior—is worse than the disease...

While he dialled the number he noticed a film reel lying on the blotter.