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Small Gods

It is a popular fact that nine-tenths of the brain is not used and, like most popular facts, it is wrong… It is used. And one of its functions is to make the miraculous seem ordinary and turn the unusual … Continue reading

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Interesting Times

‘Do teachers go anywhere special when they die?’ said Cohen. ‘I don’t think so,’ said Mr Savelop gloomily. He wondered for a moment whether there really was a great Free Period in the sky. It didn’t sound very likely. Probably … Continue reading

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King Solomon’s Ring

The creative writer, in depicting an animal’s behaviour, is under no great obligation to keep within the bounds of exact truth than is the painter or the sculptor in shaping an animal’s likeness. But   all three artists must regard … Continue reading

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Vera

Lucy recognised the cover of one of them at once, it was Wuthering Heights. Miss Entwhistle took it up, read its title in silence, and put it down again. The next one was Emily Brontë’s collected poems. Miss Entwhistle took it … Continue reading

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American Gods

Fiction allows us to slide into these other heads, these other places, and look out through other eyes. And then in the tale we stop before we die, or we die vicariously and unharmed, and in the world beyond the … Continue reading

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In the Mountains

While I dress it is my habit to read. Some book is propped up open against the looking-glass, and sometimes, for one’s eyes can’t be everywhere at once, my hooks in consequence don’t get quite satisfactorily fastened. Indeed I would … Continue reading

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Mindswap

“But if you don’t know anything about Cathy, I don’t see how any theory will help.” Vadez sighed, not unpleasantly…“My friend, if you know all about Cathy, do you think you would be able to find her?” “I’m sure I … Continue reading

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