In recording from time to time some of the curious experiences and interesting recollections which I associate with my long and intimate friendship with Mr.
THERE was a little fish—a salt-water fish—of good family: I don’t recall the name—you will have to get that from the learned people.
Henry Lion Oldie.
William Gibson. Fragments of A Hologram Rose That summer Parker had trouble sleeping.
Not that I didn’t like my Uncle Varun. I was just a bit cross with him. Vanmkaka* that’s what I call him, is my father’s youngest cousin.
Henry Lion Oldie. The prophet “Arise, oh prophet, hark and see, Perform that will o’mine! And wandering through lands and seas Burn hearts by verbal fire.” A. S.