A paradox: people see common things as precious. Every human being, for example, thinks and feels him or herself to be special, regardless of the fact that more than seven billion others think and feel
One man finds his workOne man finds his work
I was never going to make it at school. In the 1940s, when I was being shoved into grey flannel trousers and white shirt, one was either slow or bright. According to my teachers I
5 Words5 Words
Had someone said,” You’re going to meet triage today…”, I would have imagined that an encounter with a sultry French lady, not a sign in bold red lettering on a wall of the emergency room
The Sting OperationThe Sting Operation
Were you not to have a “good reason” to kill a German wasp, you could be fined up to R800,000. But that’s in Germany where all wild life is protected – here I am encouraged
Light from the Dark RoomLight from the Dark Room
Though young boys are usually intrigued by places “out of bounds”, this did not apply to the Dark Room down the corridor from our dormitory. If one chanced to glimpse its interior when members of
The CeilingThe Ceiling
It was late. I went to brush my teeth. As the paste tracked along the bristles, a speck flicked into my right eye. It closed in sharp pain. This was toothpaste. What business had it
Dark matter and Matter darkDark matter and Matter dark
Just read up on dark matter. Not to be confused with anti-matter which sounds dangerous but occurs in such minuscule quantity that the regular matter easily outweighs it. But it deserves the “anti-” signature because
The responsibility of swingsThe responsibility of swings
Because you know that what you end up doing in a dream could have been something you would have done in reality, nothing comes better than waking just as you have just crashed a boat
GT not G&TGT not G&T
The thing about cars is that they are more interesting the less you know about them. Take GT for example: “Mine’s a GT,” I heard someone say proudly as we five men waited in the
C.W. PostC.W. Post
I have not forgotten C.W. Post. I never knew him but it was on his university campus where I first experienced alienation. I was not a student there. C.W. Post University stood on Long Island,