“She felt like her skull was a bone box full of water and that somebody had dumped about twenty-five Alka-Seltzer tablets into it”
Ecochondriacs, p. 6
“She felt like her skull was a bone box full of water and that somebody had dumped about twenty-five Alka-Seltzer tablets into it”
Ecochondriacs, p. 6
“This was an ethical dilemma with a fire in the attic. This was an ethical dilemma with the brakes gone clean out at the very top of the switchback grade”
Ecochondriacs, pp. 5-6
Introduction: As our cultural . . . what shall we call it? . . . as our cultural melee continues apace, one of the problems Christians will increasingly have is the one caused by the political need ...
“Now she felt like an archbishop would have felt had he been goaded into opening up his cathedral’s most precious reliquary to a team of scientists so that they could carbon date the finger bone of St. Andrew, only to have them come back to him with the hot news that the finger bone was only seven hundred years old, a time nowhere close to the time of St. Andrew, and that it was, moreover, the finger bone of a chimpanzee. It was the chimpanzee part that hurt”
Ecochondriacs, p. 4
Letter to the Editor: This may be a “stickier” dilemma than what your friends and family are involved in, in Soviet Idaho. Looks like sticker persecution is becoming a trend. Katie ...
“Fueled by massive amounts of money from multiple governments and international organizations, climate change research was a growth industry, a boom town, a cash cow that emitted no methane, only cash”
Ecochondriacs, p. 2
“The malevolence of Grendel is hot, like malice always is. The rage of the dragon is cold, like the gold it is acquiring or defending. The dragon hates, but it is nothing personal. Grendel hates, and everything about it is personal. With the dragon, killing is a means to an end. With Grendel, killing is the end itself. The dragon is a night-flying outsider. Grendel is a cannibal. So this society is surrounded—hot enmity within and cold enmity without”
“The morning after Grendel is killed, Hrothgar receives the good news and comes out to look at the grisly arm. He comes, a great warrior king, having spent the night in a warm bed with Wealtheow, and when he comes, he advances with a troop of maidens following him (922-926), a bevy of curvaceous thanes”
Introduction: At times it may appear to us that America is like that fat kid in boot camp, and God is acting the part of a drill instructor who won’t lay off, with an apparent insatiable desire to get that kid to throw up two more times today. To change the metaphor (you’re welcome), it …