New Mexico artist Lauren Camp (1966-) designs colorful threadworks about jazz because she claims to be able to hear colours and shapes in the music.

My father put down his razor and straightened his face. I've been meaning to tell you, he said. We can't go to Peitaiho this summer, Jean. We'll be going to Kuling. I couldn't believe it. There he was with soap over one half of his face, saying Kuling, not Peitaiho, just as if he were saying cornflakes, not Grape-Nuts.

There can be no such thing as extrapsychic or metapsychic. The neglect of this fundamental fact has given rise to all sorts of supposititious problems about self-subsisting unknowable things, foreign to one's consciousness but working on it.

Shall I the long, laborious ſcene review, // And open all the wounds of Greece anew?