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• aga n. [WPI] A cuspy but bogus raving story about N random broken people.
  Here is a classic example of the saga form, as told by Guy L....
• Everything is flowing -- going somewhere, animals and so- called lifeless rocks as well as water.
  Thus the snow flows fast or slow in grand beauty-making glaciers and avalanche...
• My fire was in all its glory about midnight, and, having made a bark shed to shelter me from the rain and partially dry my clothing
  I had nothing to do but look and listen and join the trees in their hymns and prayers....
• Why, oh why, does this happen to me? How did I end up stuck in this tree?
  The ground down below looks so far away, That if I would fall it would take me all day To hit the ground, with a thud and a thunk....
• Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness, feel the slippery finish.
  Caresses it, experience it. Quite smooth, isn't it?...
• bug n. An unwanted and unintended property of a program or piece of hardware, esp.
  one that causes it to malfunction. Antonym of feature....
• Though I'd been taught at our dining room table about the solar system and knew the earth revolved around the su
  and our moon around us, I never found out the moon didn't come up in the west until I was a writer and Herschel Brickell, the literary critic, told me after I misplaced it in a story....
• How hard to realize that every camp of men or beast has this glorious starry firmament for a roof!
  In such places standing alone on the mountain-top it is easy to realize that whatever special nests we make - leaves and moss like the marmots and birds, or tents or piled stone - we all dwell in a house of one room - the world with the firmament for its roof - and are sailing the celestial spaces without leaving any track....
• Range of Light: Looking eastward from the summit of Pacheco Pass one shining morning, a landscape was displayed that after all my wanderings still appears as the most beautiful I have ever beheld.
  At my feet lay the Great Central Valley of California, level and flowery, like a lake of pure sunshine, forty or fifty miles wide, five hundred miles long, one rich furred garden of yellow Compositae....