our time is on the clock room cast in dramatic shadow like pieces of renaissance oil and canvas we wattled ideas from unread books; through gluttonous rage— we burned the dustjacket of history and knowledge to examine the brittle research of the Orwellian dilettante . presupposed, of course, being within Overton's Window and once necessary …
"over the hills and far away"
The-Bleu-Bivouac 