He argued and hollered for so long that I finally capitulated just to make him stop.

The water overflowed, creating a wide circle of soggy ground and marsh and shallow puddles above which, in the brilliance of the morning, there was a shimmer of butterflies and dense cloudlets of flies pulsing like veils.

a continent fever

End-times thinking has a long and rather unimpressive history as prediction, but Žižek adopts it anyway (perhaps as a useful lie), […]