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*Mercy is deserving worse and receiving better.* --- **Abstract** For millennia, Abrahamic dietary law has prohibited the consumption of pork. In the contemporary era, the legitimacy of this prohibition is frequently interrogated — and just as frequently, poorly defended. The explanations most commonly offered: hygiene, parasitology, desert ecology. These are insufficient.
-Good advice was once worth a camel. Now that it is free of charge, no one takes it- Money talks. Wealth whispers. Whispers are silver. Silence is golden. I strongly advise refraining from attempting to decipher the thickness of somebody's wallet. Money is a private affair. None of
One of my favourite paintings, and my favourite rendition. Artemisia Gentileschi, a post-Renaissance painter, like her Tuscan father, became a notable artist in an age where the fine arts — like most things — were reserved for men. This woman, through hardship, extraordinary talent, and sheer grit, was accepted into the Florence
By trade, I'm an artisan of stone. A single artisan in the grand tradition of craftspeople. Well, more simply, I'm a builder. Oh, how I like to think if I so pleased I could just go and make my own abode, seeing as it's
Flower power. Certainly enchanting — pretending to practise the sweetness of doing nothing while doing everything you can. Discreetly. Wise words once said: 'everything is about sex. Except sex. Sex is about power.' La drague, le pécho, pick up, hit on… The list is long for calling a shovel
Lesson 1 – Mineral TIL: The immovable rock meets an unstoppable river. ① Never make the first move! (ii) Do not kiss her first (iii) Do not touch her (with sexual intent) first (iv) Do not undress her unless she asks or suggests first. i.e. removing your clothes for you. (v)
Why is it the most necessary members of society often hold the lowest rung? Why are some of us too high and mighty to sweep the streets? Worth pondering.
Dear reader, Peace is paradoxical. Find it in one place and it surfaces elsewhere as its opposite — a low-grade disquiet you can't quite locate, like a sound you stop hearing only when it stops. April arrived. I removed my socks and shoes, hitched the skirt up, and waded
If I were to become a matador, at the end of the spectacle, the arena doors would be locked shut. Every spectator would be given a plate and a fork. There would be one narrow exit. Over the door would hang a plaque reading 'He died for our sins.
This painting was branded onto my retinas almost seven years ago now. A painting so right it's almost wrong. In the carpenter's workshop, we find Joseph tending to his son — inspecting the wound, the premonition written in the palm of the child who would become the