[…] reaches out her earthen hand and manipulates a rainbow of pulsators : the fingers meander through the polyhued tumescent tubers, bringing succor to aching machinations as they explode, erupting with fury and programmed responses, […]

Predictional astrology is, to my personal point of view, both a menace and a handicap.

Theſe manſions, and this fortreſs well begirt, / With lofty ramparts, no vain pomp diſplay.

I watched them depart, heavy-heartedly. Would I ever see them again?