Scottie omines:
"is there anything quite as creepy as the sound
of the clercs in convocation advancing ever deeper [...]
Like black carrion crows hunched along a withered
bough, grooming & feeding each other with maggots."
Indeed there is: the reduction of our rich and lovely world to facile
categories of good and bad. The fatuous us-vs.-them-ing of all the issues.
Either that or the ceaseless racket of chattering juvenile squirrels
blunting their teeth on unconsidered acorns.
Matt
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