Thinking that it might be Lord Carbury, and that, if so, he would probably not wait until half past nine to break his fast, she ran gaily off.

In case you’re wondering, my foodstuff was about six pounds of bottarga.

By transposing Gianni Vattimo's philosophical concept of transparency onto the Italian Futurist movement, the author detects the Futurists' attempts to construct a transparent woman, one who would be totally penetrable and dominatable.

The wind doesn’t stop blowing because an autocrat has a tantrum; harnessing the solar radiation that bathes our world doesn’t leave us in hock to the House of Saud.