Beside the bed is an apple box standing on end, on top of the box a candle planted in the neck of a wax-coated wine bottle.

Both ‘no-op’ interviewees hold relatively stable identities as TG and offer interesting perspectives on trans repudiation from a TG standpoint.

On a recent trip down the Rhine many of the trains we saw were still steam-hauled, presumably through an insufficiency of electric locomotives, as yet, to deal with peak summer traffic.

[…]By this scimitar, That slew the Sophy and a Persian prince That won three fields of Sultan Solyman, I would outstare the sternest eyes that look, Outbrave the heart most daring on earth, Pluck the young sucking cubs from the she-bear, Yea, mock the lion when he roars for prey, To win thee, lady. […]