If you feel like some straight-shootin', no holes barred, really really excellent feminist critique, Catherine Deveney rocks in The Age today.
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About the whole of her sermon
It used to be quite interesting. Now it's mostly about my dog.
It started back here, years ago: http://chalkhorse.wordpress.com/
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It started back here, years ago: http://chalkhorse.wordpress.com/
Feel the need for a private word? butwehavegotworldenoughandtime@gmail.com
About the picture in my header
This photo of Miss Schlegel drowning her considerable sorrows was taken by the stupendously talented Stu Spence. To see Stu's brilliant art, see his website. To hire him for fantastically well-paying gigs, please follow the garden path down to Permanent Wave Media.
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"Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die."
E M Forster, Howards End
E M Forster, Howards End
1 comment:
hysterically funny novel The Player by Tony Wilson a Melbourne writer.
clever sub-plots and hilarious roman-a-clef sorta thing.
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