The Thing Is - Fear Can't Hurt

Latin, As We All Know, Ultimately Broke Down Into Spanish, Italian, French, And So On. One Wonders Whether There Will Be An Imperial Parallel With English Breaking Down Into, Shall We Say, North American, European, Australian, And So On. On The Other Hand, There Is This Immense, Inward-driving Influence Of Radio And Television That Is Bringing Us All Back Together. One Could Say It's A Fight Between The Two: A Fight Between Regionalism And The Standardization Through Communication.

The Conch Exploded Into A Thousand White Fragments And Ceased To Exist.

I've Come Across A Novel Called The Palm-wine Drinkard, By The Nigerian Writer Amos Tutuola, That Is Really Remarkable Because It Is A Kind Of Fantasy Of West African Mythology All Told In West African English Which, Of Course, Is Not The Same As Standard English.

How Would I Myself Live In This Proposed Society? How Long Would It Be Before I Went Stark Staring Mad?

My Yesterdays Walk With Me. They Keep Step, They Are Gray Faces That Peer Over My Shoulder.