Variation Eleven in the Darkness of Infinity.

It is quiet in the darkness. Still.

The Hoff in Edinburgh.

The Hoff is in Edinburgh for the festival.

Sans Pantaloons of course!

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I Can't Wait. . .

Coming to cinemas this Fall! Will the Alien be rubbed out for good? Will Consuela polish him off?
I can't wait! You go girl!

Love, Respect, and Admiration.

How sycophantic would you like me to be?

Truth Is Stranger Than Non-Fiction.

Or: I have enough mysteries to solve; anyone want to pick this one up?

As part of my continuing descent into the rabbit hole of pleasure and pain that is the past, I have been purchasing many old books in an attempt to answer the myriad of questions that cling to the inside of my head.

One such book that I received yesterday, A Memoir of William Sharp written by his wife, Elizabeth A. Sharp, and published by Duffield & Company, New York in 1910, contained the signature shown below on the recto of the first illustration.

This book is about the life of a Scottish writer and poet, and has nothing to do with baseball whatsoever. It is an ex-library book as well.
The signature is written in pencil and looks genuine, but who knows. Yet another mystery for Sans.

Redux For Ethel.

All homage to Ethel Larcombe, whom I hold in great esteem.

меню.

В эти времена жесткой экономии, давайте все хорошо поесть.