It is reported that the 14-year-old Nietzsche was known as “The Little Pastor” at the Schulpforta school, for his resemblance to a country parson in seriousness and other-worldliness. In fact he was sometimes called “The Little Groover” for his wild harmonica playing and hipness, and the whole received biography of him is open to deconstruction. Indeed
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I have somewhat of a high-pitched voice to begin with, so maybe you can imagine the horrible noises that I emit when I talk to small children and puppies. Maybe you can’t. I wouldn’t suggest trying to either way. The sound is horrible and I can’t for the life of me understand how it makes
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So. Anne Rice found Jesus. I thought I had him securely locked up in my kitchen cupboard, but I guess he got out. He and Anne took off and went to the Holy Land. Yeah, Utah. He and Anne found a Starbucks and over some Pumpkin Lattes, which tasted like bread from the Eucharist (translation:
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When I first picked up Nicole Ritchie’s The Truth About Diamonds, I assumed Ritchie would tell a tale about a tropical mining adventure as she searches for “adamas.” The book would reach its climatic end soon after Ritchie perishes in a deliciously horrible mine shaft fire. But after reading the first few pages of Ritchie’s book,
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I. dusk streaks the sky in pink, like a pervert. speaking thus of perverts: paolini. he and his dragon lass seek the evil galbatorix, scourge of over-the-counter laxatives in many a foreign land. “his vocabulary is so large!” the reporter cries, a bard in the desert. the biggest word used by the hero: “wonderful.” you
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