Not that Martin is a sun-bleached hippie philosopher, but his book is a head-trip as well as a hugely entertaining travel adventure along the eccentric orbits of cosmological research.
Nanofiction is thus a site of our becoming-alien to ourselves—a site of xenomorphosis, or what Ann Weinstone has called the “avatar body.”
Considering how she was humoured, when a oneling, I think her behaviour is extraordinary.
He plays with the late Watts-Dunton and gets good fun out of it; he rips open the sham, unstays the imperfect, sonnet ; he tackles all fretters of the great English instrument and worries them all, yet with a fine sanity.
アカウントを持っていませんか？ 新規登録
アカウントを持っていますか？ ログイン
DiQt（ディクト）
無料
★★★★★★★★★★
