Month: November 2003

Genius is a word bandied around lightly in modern society; in today’s news, I spotted references to Simon Callow, David Beckham, and the New Zealand scrum-half as genii. I tend to side with the genius quarterback Joe Theismann “Nobody in football should be called a genius. A genius is somebody like Norman Einstein.” The xxx

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The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot as hypertext How poetry should be presented; utterly wonderful – but skip to Death by Water, Eliot’s take on Blake.

Big Robot Friends, visit this site – fulsome praise will do no good, as it’s written by friends. Worth a shufti though…

The Space Marine’s gaze is straightforward, straight-ahead and resolute. There’s not an inch of his body that lacks determination, not a quavering muscle on a limb. The eyes are flat, and stay flat as a frame edges into view, a black frame surrounding a black pupil twice the width of the Marine’s head, a giant

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