Red Mug, Blue Linen
Saturday, July 13, 2013

Saturday commute lxxxiv: Delights of the choppy crossing

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  Poor Elsa Maxwell: she had a nasty   tumble towards the end of her en-   terprising career. The world under-   stood (through inn...
Friday, July 5, 2013

I met a guy who shouldn't exist

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The circulation of this page in Germany is heartening, in Poland and the Baltic nations it is rare but very gratify- ing....
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Thursday, July 4, 2013

In the republic of waiting

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    Today my pleasure     with my sparklers       is tem pered by the     crushing fact of     official neglect     o...
Wednesday, July 3, 2013

There will be golf

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On my father's first birthday, his father presented him with a golf club; and today, still, not far from this  desk, his  cl...
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Saturday, June 29, 2013

You really can't say, I hadn't warned you, Martin

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    It just had always seemed     too obvious to me, Martin,     that if we were to engage     in other people's cond...
Friday, June 28, 2013

We had been having, I do remember this, extremely strange weather

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   It would not have    been reasonable    to have held any-    one to account,    even if one could    have predicted ...

Suppose it were Friday lxxi: becoming the field ii

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  And man, that noble insect, restless man   Whose thoughts scale heaven in its mighty span,   Pours forth his living soul in many a ...
Thursday, June 27, 2013

They give you no points for a summer cold ii

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The expedient of the semi- permanent handkerchief, as- sociated as much with hos- pital protocols as it is with Lord Tenn...
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Writing to a colleague in the 1930s, the physicist Wolfgang Pauli confessed, “I have done a terrible thing. I’ve postulated a particle that can not be detected.” Eventually, Pauli won the Nobel Prize for his Exclusion Principle, i.e., all material particles exhibit space-occupying behaviour - and could very well fall within the province of restaurants. I wonder if red mug, blue linen will be that terrible thing, a postulate without a particle - that a gentleman is only that creature whose nourishment occupies no space. But whether that is true, is less urgent to know than where it comes from.
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