Table of Contents | 24 September 2001
The first time she walked down our street, pots jumped off stoves, coal leapt from scuttles, wood went rat-a-tat-tatting down hallways. In our yard, a broom and spade got up and lurched around like drunks, trying to decide which way she'd gone.
A stirrup is such a small thing—a bit of metal and leather weighing in around 600 grams—but some scholars think it changed the world, or at least some important pieces of the world.
In the dream when I boiled, / skinned and ate Schrvdinger's kitten, / there was no uncertainty inside / the lidded aluminum kettle;
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