One of my strongest childhood memories is the winter walk to kindergarten. A blizzard outside, for some reason always, and the sun not yet up. The cold does not pierce you, it merely pinches your cheeks. Mother and I crunch through the snowdrifts. I am dressed like Napoleon in Russia. And in exactly the same fur hat
In the finale of the Strugatskys' Roadside Picnic, the Golden Ball is told: "Happiness for everybody, free, and let nobody go away unsatisfied!" I do not promise to offend nobody, but the digest really does come free of charge. So, here is the main business of the
Frederic Leighton. “Daedalus and Icarus”, 1869 Daedalus warns his son not to climb too high: the heat of the sun may melt the wax, but Icarus is already gazing into the distance, and the lamentations of a foolish old man interest him not in the least
