It is spring, moonless night in the small town Starless and bible-black. The cobblestreets silent and the hunched courters’-and-rabbits’ wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack slow, black, crowblack, fishingboatbobbing weekend.
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40 inspirational speeches in two minutes:
Lots of Cyanide, lots of Happiness:
Amazing library (thanks, D).
Michael Pollan’s Food Rules: