Bradly came bristling to the lagoon the following afternoon, in a swither of alarm and expectation.

Duchamp's work is held to resist critical analysis, having for Lyotard ‘something uncommentable’ about it that defeats the critic.

The genre which differed from the world in order to advocate a better one - or the genre which spanielled at heel the sensationalist virtual reality world we will now arguably inhabit till the planet dies - had become by 2000, in triumpth or defeat or both, an institution for the telling of story.

This is the finest wine you can get here.