the brilliant metallic lustre of their wings , the fine central line being the rejectments of the creature in the infant stages of its growth

On the two albums he's made with his Electro-Acoustic Ensemble, Toward the Margins and the new Drawn Inward (both just released, strangely, on ECM), Parker, Guy, Lytton, and violinist Phil Wachsmann improvise cumulous swirls of sound that get processed by electronicists Lawrence Casserley, Walter Prati, and Marco Vecchi and then folded back into the din--yet the saxist's grainy, concentrated melodic tendrils and patiently etched arcs are immediately recognizable.

[…] can you, will you pronounce it ill meant, at least of him, when anxious for his son’s morals, with a view to form him to virtue, and inspire him with a fixed, a rational contempt for vice, he condescended to be his master of the ceremonies, and led him by the hand through the most noted bawdy-houses in town, where he took care he should be familiarized with all those scenes of debauchery, so fit to nauseate a good taste?

We prayed together and we practised dhikr, the recitation of the ninety-nine revealed names of God.