Vanishing Point
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[this bot will finally be returning for the final book soon. apologies for the delay —Ed.]
December 24, 2024 at 7:02 PM
[this bot will finally be returning for the final book soon. apologies for the delay —Ed.]
“Oh, Dad. Oh, Dad.”
September 21, 2024 at 4:00 PM
“Oh, Dad. Oh, Dad.”
Couldn’t that lady cut herself, standing on that seashell?
September 21, 2024 at 2:00 PM
Couldn’t that lady cut herself, standing on that seashell?
“Dad? We truly want to bring the children. But they won’t understand at all, if you just sit and don’t say anything. They’ll be frightened. Dad?”
September 21, 2024 at 1:00 PM
“Dad? We truly want to bring the children. But they won’t understand at all, if you just sit and don’t say anything. They’ll be frightened. Dad?”
You know I can’t stand Shakespeare’s plays, but yours are worse.
September 21, 2024 at 11:00 AM
You know I can’t stand Shakespeare’s plays, but yours are worse.
A symphony is no joke.
September 21, 2024 at 9:00 AM
A symphony is no joke.
I do at least three paintings a day in my head. What s the use of spoiling canvas when nobody will buy anything?
September 21, 2024 at 7:00 AM
I do at least three paintings a day in my head. What s the use of spoiling canvas when nobody will buy anything?
“Dad? Please? You can’t just sit there and stare. Talk to us. Answer us, Dad. We love you, you know?”
September 21, 2024 at 5:00 AM
“Dad? Please? You can’t just sit there and stare. Talk to us. Answer us, Dad. We love you, you know?”
Orchestra play like pig.
September 21, 2024 at 3:00 AM
Orchestra play like pig.
A sentence consists of a noun and a verb. If you want to use an adjective, come and ask me first.
September 21, 2024 at 2:00 AM
A sentence consists of a noun and a verb. If you want to use an adjective, come and ask me first.
Rosie, You Are My Posy.
September 21, 2024 at 1:00 AM
Rosie, You Are My Posy.
“Dad? Dad? Say something.”
September 21, 2024 at 12:00 AM
“Dad? Dad? Say something.”
Light? Brightness?
September 20, 2024 at 11:00 PM
Light? Brightness?
Did anyone essentially ever know, with Mozart?
September 20, 2024 at 10:00 PM
Did anyone essentially ever know, with Mozart?
Does anyone know any longer where Spinoza is buried?
Where Rembrandt?
Where Marlowe?
Where Rembrandt?
Where Marlowe?
September 20, 2024 at 9:00 PM
Does anyone know any longer where Spinoza is buried?
Where Rembrandt?
Where Marlowe?
Where Rembrandt?
Where Marlowe?
When, dammit, that terrificness?
September 20, 2024 at 8:00 PM
When, dammit, that terrificness?
I have wasted my hours.
Said Leonardo at the end of his life.
Said Leonardo at the end of his life.
September 20, 2024 at 6:00 PM
I have wasted my hours.
Said Leonardo at the end of his life.
Said Leonardo at the end of his life.
But the brightness, was that when the brightness occurred?
Going in to take a nap he is now not sure he is really remembering having gone in to take at all?
That terrificness, that extraordinary flooding.
Going in to take a nap he is now not sure he is really remembering having gone in to take at all?
That terrificness, that extraordinary flooding.
September 20, 2024 at 5:00 PM
But the brightness, was that when the brightness occurred?
Going in to take a nap he is now not sure he is really remembering having gone in to take at all?
That terrificness, that extraordinary flooding.
Going in to take a nap he is now not sure he is really remembering having gone in to take at all?
That terrificness, that extraordinary flooding.
Your Majesty’s horse knows more about art than you do.
September 20, 2024 at 4:00 PM
Your Majesty’s horse knows more about art than you do.
Says someone in Heywood’s A Woman Killed with Kindness.
September 20, 2024 at 3:00 PM
Says someone in Heywood’s A Woman Killed with Kindness.
Plus the sense that Author could also not seem quite able to make his way across?
Hovering there, did he almost seem to be?
O God! O God! That it were possible
To undo things done; to call back yesterday
Hovering there, did he almost seem to be?
O God! O God! That it were possible
To undo things done; to call back yesterday
September 20, 2024 at 2:00 PM
Plus the sense that Author could also not seem quite able to make his way across?
Hovering there, did he almost seem to be?
O God! O God! That it were possible
To undo things done; to call back yesterday
Hovering there, did he almost seem to be?
O God! O God! That it were possible
To undo things done; to call back yesterday
Among the wreaths and bouquets at the funeral of Verlaine—one nodding bunch of violets.
Brought by Mallarmé.
Brought by Mallarmé.
September 20, 2024 at 1:00 PM
Among the wreaths and bouquets at the funeral of Verlaine—one nodding bunch of violets.
Brought by Mallarmé.
Brought by Mallarmé.