These are indeed the two poles of our predicament: on one side, the need for an “ivory tower,” and on the other side, the threat of the “tide of shit.”

These are indeed the two poles of our predicament: on one side, the need for an “ivory tower,” and on the other side, the threat of the “tide of shit.”
Sehhff'hhihhnei'ithhhssshweihh – to the cat-wizards, Ith for short – is a saurian wizard who also becomes instrumental in the team’s mission.
The sculptor responsible for the “frightening” Lucille Ball statue that’s been terrorizing local residents is now offering to fix it for free, admitting it is “by far my most unsettling sculpture.”
My normal Vulcan equanimity is perturbed, causing me to raise one supercilious eyebrow an alarming inch and a quarter up my otherwise unwrinkled forehead by anyone who claims that I and mine are not ‘real’ fans because our participation in fandom is somehow insufficient or politically incorrect.
Personally, I would have liked to see squirrel Nietzsche appear to her and convince her to conquer the decadent and corrupt world presented in this story.
On first impression Doctor Schadenfreude appears to be slightly nuts, but is actually merely awkward and socially inept.
The dualist religious philosophy of this belief framework worsens Elvis’ mental illness; as a Valentinian gnostic, his core religious beliefs are not based on messianic criteria as are those of orthodox Christianity, and he is horrified at the demand of DryCo that he become a virtual messiah that they can use to manipulate the Elvisian faith.
Who was this Dust, who spoke to her through the mechanical parasite that has grafted itself to the severed scars of her wings? Who was he to demand her hand in marriage?
He moved without his usual sluggishness and I saw that he had also acquired a companion. At his feet sat the cutest monster you ever saw, a three-headed hound, its back covered with snakeheads and the tail of a perfect little dragon.
The real oddity in Rabelais is the almost total absence of women. He’s surprisingly coy, too, about what to call their genitals, settling usually on “thingummy” or private parts - on one troubling occasion, “that monstrous solution of continuity”.