dead squirrel just a bag of bones
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2003.08.26
I passed The Squirrel again. Definitely just a (skin) bag of bones, now. Summertime, when the living is easy (for flies).
twenty-seven years and one million words
I passed The Squirrel again. Definitely just a (skin) bag of bones, now. Summertime, when the living is easy (for flies).
Society is indeed a contract... [the state] is a partnership in all science; a partnership in all art; a partnership in every virtue, and in all perfection. As the ends of such a partnership cannot be obtained in many generations, it becomes a partnership not only between those who are living, but between those who are living, those who are dead, and those who are to be born.
—Edmund Burke