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Wow. Scyld Shiefling. We’re hearing more and more about him these days. They’re all talking about the things he’s done. Now that was a king. They’re saying he’s a lot like me. Great king, everyone feared him. Armies, entire armies, just throwing down their weapons, begging him not to fight them. Tough guy, Scyld.
King Hrothgar, close friend of mine. He’s being invaded by the spawn of Cain. Cain isn’t sending his best people. Cursed by God, real loser. He’s coming in, crossing into the mead hall illegally. You can’t even go into the mead hall anymore. You used to be able to, the most beautiful mead hall. Horns, so many horns, the finest warriors, brave warriors, all drinking mead, until Grendel, I call him Sleepy Grendel, shows up. It’s so terrible. He eats them. He puts them in his bag. There’s a bag, nobody remembers the bag, but I remember the bag. You used to be able to go there, but now you can’t. So I tell him I’ll go.
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Yes, long ago, I dreamt of being a novelist. Two ancient manuscripts packed away in a distant corner of my closet attest to that (ir)reality, as does one novel focused on the world of publishing (in which I’d been an editor) that made it into print, even if it was barely noticed. Still, from time to time, I’ve thought about trying to write fiction again. These days, however, when I consider that possibility, I find myself smiling, however grimly. After all, how could you truly write fiction in a world — and I’m not just thinking of Donald Trump (though I most distinctly am thinking of him) — that seems ever more fictionalized? How could you write fiction in a... Read more
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“So there I am, horns caught in the thicket. This Abraham fellow starts eyeing me, and I know this can’t be good. He just tried to ice his own flesh and blood. What’s he gonna do to a ram?”
“Let’s back up,” the police officer said. “What did you say you were doing on the mountain?”
“My client doesn’t have to answer that,” the ram’s lawyer interrupted.
The ram nodded. The policeman rolled his eyes.
“Okay, just start from the beginning,” said the officer, “you’re on this mountain. Then what?”
“I’m minding my own business, then these two guys waltz up. Look like a father and son. And I get it, y’know? It’s peak season, everyone wants a view. But they immediately start piling up wood, and there’s no way these clowns have a burn permit.”
“Okay, okay, but you said the older man was violent?”
“No, he was a real man of God, a peacemaker, it’s just that… oh, what was it… that’s right, he was about to murder his own child.”
“Just answer his questions,” the lawyer snipped.
The debate over the future of the 9-5, five-day working week, ever-present since the pandemic’s shake-up of established working norms, shows no sign of letting up. This week, the news that the government plans to strengthen the rights of workers to demand a four-day week as part of their New Deal For Working People dominated […]
