In February 2014, the temperature of the Blob was around 2.5 °C (4.5 °F) warmer than what was usual for the time of year.

It also came out that he tends to sit and watch the seagulls, but he does not like seagulls.

That long rant, full of many annoying italics, was unnecessary and unprovoked.  I’ll be much calmer in tone, more efficient in my word choice, more organized in my thoughts, and I will include only one italicized word.

I think most geometers find this attitude a little patronizing: we feel we are perfectly capable of defending our virtue.

Are your senses so gross as to look on these breasts – the respectable treasures of nature – as merely an embellishment, destined to ornament the chest of women?

In this new world, heart was to be preferred to head; emotion to reason; nature to culture; spontaneity to calculation; simplicity to the ornate; innocence to experience; soul to intellect; the domestic to the fashionable; Shakespeare and Richardson to Molière and Corneille; English landscape gardening to French-Italian formal parks. 

So, our world is incredibly big, slow and cold compared with the fundamental world.

Under the boot of deepest pain, Casperov did live. And from the scuffed heel of suffering, his bread was hardened, and each wretched crust, made dry and splintered as wood. His teeth long fled, he sucks upon the wooden stump of old bread, and prays, for his saliva, to soften his meal, so he might live, but one more wretched day. And into dream, he did flee, and unto him, the taste of dream, was as food, and so was he nourished as he did wither, upon the taste…of dream.

Jamison wrote: Retro-gressive mnemic instantiation as substitute formation. A new strategy! Thought, can replace, material instantiation. A new strategy!

It is very burdensome to us both to have regular communication without bowels, human silliness, and the common knowledge, quite delightful and enlivening in my opinion, that everybody seated in the library has a gall bladder and various other, touching organs under their skin.

And to the voice of irony and reason he simply repeated, higher and harder,
“No! No! No! No!”