Tears and laughter, they are so much Gaelic to me.
The only sin is the sin of being born.
Abode where lost bodies roam each searching for its lost one.
In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?
I try. I fail. I try again. I fail better.
An imaginative adventure does not enjoy the same corsets as reportage.