There is only inflation or deflation of scale (which we refer to generically as “flation”) from whatever is designated as the standard.

Once a week, a train pulls out of Aberdeen station at 08.20 and heads south. There’s no great fanfare, no particular sense of occasion, and the train itself is only five coaches long. However, everything else about this service is Brobdingnagian.

The reason I'm mildly obsessed with CRACKLE is the innate fuggheadedness of the contents.

We will do well not to understand too quickly what is being fought there beneath curse and entreaty, prayer and blasphemy, as our own; not to classify it too nimbly as an ancient version of one of our modern religious titanisms.