For of course the blues do not really apply to the man but to that secondary consciousness with whose ever changing moods and moodlets we identify ourselves — with the entire loss of our proper human dignity.

Would you like another pint, mate?

But this is madness! protested Trocero. The maunderings of a heretical priest, the mumblings of a mad witch-woman.

Not long ago, it was difficult to produce photographs of tiny creatures with every part in focus. That’s because the lenses that are excellent at magnifying tiny subjects produce a narrow depth of field.