Flabbergasm

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Toby was half way through the report before he realized it was not intended for him. The report kept recommending that the President (of the United States) do this or tell this dignitary that, and—most curiously—it repeated that the President “should check with THE EMPEROR OF SPACE before…

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Suddenly, there is a scent in my nose that makes everything around me irrelevant: the perfume of the first girl who was ever foolish enough to have sex with me. I had been fingering through the latest contribution of Steven Pinker an instant ago, but now I am assaulted with wafts of that…

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Evelyn was like a skilled mime, but in reverse. Instead of imagining that things were there that weren’t—like an invisible cage or a wind to walk against—she could go for weeks without giving the slightest indication she actually knew Brendan was in the room. In fact, she had been doing this…

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“If I move in, I know I will kill your cat. I mean I’ll murder it. Most likely. You need to know that,” Faith said, her green eyes big, tearful, the sides of her mouth quivering.

Jerimund could tell she was serious. “Well, that is a risk I am willing to take.” He looked over her…

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10 Easy Steps to a Better Intellectual Life by Benjamin Matvey

Let’s face it, there are simply too many things too know these days. Unlike a few decades ago when I’m guessing only a few dozen books existed, now, thanks to the interwebs there have to be, like, WAY over a…