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Gossamer is fragile. Fluff–it would appear–is everywhere, as tenacious as lint on black polyester. I only say this because I’m currently re-thinking my current obsession with photography. This is just a hobby for me, of course. An easy one. So easy, in fact, that I’m wondering (at least in my case) if it has begun to replace the ability to describe things in words. Everyday, awesome,…

When tender is legal It becomes less interesting As the history of the novel Might suggest Next up, Barsetshire–Angela Thirkell’s version–where marriages abound, and romance is given the funniest treatment ever. ‘Mr. Downing, slightly intoxicated by talking about himself and the delightful evening he was having, had a curiously empty feeling in the arm nearest to Mrs. Turner and was vaguely…