It’s not true that I’m always thinking of H. Work and conversation make that impossible. But the times when I’m not are perhaps my worst. For then, though I have forgotten the reason, there is spread over everything a vague sense of wrongness, of something amiss.

Chaos A.D. / Tanks On The Streets / Confronting Police / Bleeding The Plebs

Upon the highest spray of every mounting pole, Those Quirristers are pearcht with many a speckled breast.

They restored the car from top to bottom.