Of the twenty-four equal hours into which they divide the day and the night, the Utopians devote only six to work. They work three hours before noon, when they go to lunch. After lunch, they rest for two hours, then go to work for another three hours. Then they have supper, and about eight o’clock (counting the first hour after noon as one) they go to bed, and sleep eight hours.
I read it as a teenager, at which stage I spent roughly 16 hours a day resting.
- Spanish noun-adjective semantic ambiguity
None of the immediate context enables one to say whether the South Tangier refugee relief committee was anxious to grasp Helena Maleno’s breasts à la Egyptienne because they read her as a Spanish prostitute (adjective española classifies noun puta (restrictive)), or as a fucking Spaniard (adjective puta describes more fully the noun española (non-restrictive)):
- Fear escape
From a Barcelona tech company, with offices on c/ Blames (or whatever it’s called), an emergency sign that people will actually read and remember:
Next him was Fire, all arm’d from
- Thomas De Quincey on the sewers as a conduit for small boys from Winchester College to the downtown pubs
With his guide to the Ziph language, and with the death of a Savoyard organ-grinder’s white mouse, of which he was probably not the author in any sense.
- A victim responds!
Lynce say, “We’re working on it,” which is what any intelligent organisation does in such circumstances, and I’m sure they’ll get it right – the product looks good, and there are a lot of demonstrators and worried governments around at the moment.
- Karaoke with a virtual street organ
A little experiment, featuring “Tulips from Amsterdam”, “Hungry, hungry” from Dr Seuss, and “When you are old and grey” by one of the authors of “Random walks with restraining barrier as applied to the biased binary counter.”