by chance, some rowers
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Tokyo, 2005.08.30
I was walking across a bridge when some rowers emerged.
twenty-seven years and one million words
I was walking across a bridge when some rowers emerged.
Though defensive violence will always be a sad necessity in the eyes of men of principle, it would be still more unfortunate if wrongdoers should dominate just men.
—St. Augustine