During the years that I lived abroad without access to the Internet and LJ […]

[…] but, in speaking of the different drinks that are consumed in a Kneiping, we must not forget the Crambambuli. In order to prepare this liquor, an earthenware dish is used, into which a sufficient quantity of sugar is poured, and it is then filled up with rum. It is then set fire to; and the company, who sit round the flaming dish, sing—THE CRAMBAMBULI SONG.

There really is no comparison between the performance of today's computers and those of a decade ago.

Pye had never forgotten or forgiven the ingenious fraud. It had taught him secretiveness, made him even more lone and separative. He had withdrawn from the world of men, academic and otherwise.