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by Will Vesper ONE DAY King Olaf Tryggvisson and his men sailed south along the coast of Norway in the ship Long Dragon. When they came to the fjord of Nidaros, the men had to take to the oars, because the wind was too weak to fill the sails. But the king was not in a hurry. He was in a good mood and did all kinds of…
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by Lord Dunsany WHEN travellers from London entered Arcady they lamented one to
another the death of Pan. And anon they saw him lying stiff and still. Horned Pan was still and the dew was on his fur; he had not the look
of a live animal. And then they said, “It is true that Pan is dead.” And, standing…
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by A.D. I WANT to be free of you but I can’t. There is a connection between you and me that transcends time. It transcends life. It transcends the conscious human experience in ways that we cannot understand with our limited minds. I can’t make it stop no matter what I do. And, one way or another,…
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by Cholly Bilderberger (1980) DR. THOMAS BRADFORD SALTONSTALL, head of the Greater Pri­mates Training Center, at Stanford University, has finally an­nounced the imminent publication of Primates and Prejudice, and it is evidently the blockbuster which the scientific world has been awaiting for…
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by James Bronson THERE ONCE WAS a college freshman named George who thought he knew it all. One night over dinner, George got into an argument with his father. The argument began when the young student tried to explain to his father that as White people, they should be held accountable for all the evils…
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by Lord Dunsany IN THE Olympian courts Love laughed at Death, because he was unsightly, and because She couldn’t help it, and because he never did anything worth doing, and because She would. And Death hated being laughed at, and used to brood apart thinking only of his wrongs and of what he could…
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by Lord Dunsany WHEN ONE HAS seen Spring’s blossom fall in London, and Summer appear and ripen and decay, as it does early in cities, and one is in London still, then, at some moment or another, the country places lift their flowery heads and call to one with an urgent, masterful clearness, upland…
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by James Harting AT AGE 37, Ubungu Rodriquez Goldstein Johnson was the oldest man in his village. He did not know that he was 37, for record keeping and numbers were not part of his people’s culture. The villagers only knew that he was old past all reckoning and they called him “Grandpa Ubi.” In truth, he…
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by Lord Dunsany ALL ALONG the farmyard gables the swallows sat a-row, twittering
uneasily to one another, telling of many things, but thinking only of
Summer and the South, for Autumn was afoot and the North wind
waiting. And suddenly one day they were all quite gone. And everyone
spoke of the swallows…
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by H. Millard IF YOU’RE reading this I’m pretty sure you already know most of the history of the swastika and its variants some of which are called fylfots. We all know there are Buddhist versions, Hindu versions, National Socialist versions, ancient American Indian versions, Scandinavian…
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