Happy relationships: as rare as mansions by Hampstead Heath
From a man whose book is called Bad Thoughts: A Guide to Clear Thinking, is this not an astonishingly weak piece of argument by analogy?
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The image at the top of this sidebar is a bronze fountainhead from Cressing Temple, Essex, by Steven Morant. It also happens to be the present blogger, aged 16; he counts himself very lucky to be the sculptor's nephew. The font so poorly used in the blog titlepiece is Underware Unibody 8 Italic; fans of the foundry will be reassured to hear that I'm no relation of theirs.
1 comment:
So in a nutshell: If we don't all buy Playboy, the Khmer Rouge wins.
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