Gerald's post of the week:
'You come from dust. You will return to dust. That's why I don't dust. It could be someone I know.'
Being twenty in the seventies was much more fun than being seventy in the twenties!
The further you travel from those you admire, the more wrong people become until the only conclusion you’re left with is that entire tranches of the human population are stupid, evil or insane. Which leaves you, the single living human who’s right about everything, the perfect point of light, clarity and genius, who burns with godlike luminescence at the centre of the universe. Will Storr, ‘The Science of Storytelling’