This is how it happens: When a snail finds a partner, the two face each other, gently touching their tentacles together to feel if they like each other.
And if they do, they glide their bodies alongside one another in a slow double embrace, until their baby-making parts fit together like puzzle pieces. Then, they gently pierce each other with tiny spears called “love darts,” which contain their genes — the building blocks of bodies. Genes are like tiny seeds your parents plant in the garden that becomes your body — your special combination of seeds is what makes you you, what makes your body-garden unlike anyone else’s. Genes are how life talks to the future.
Snails Run for Love: A Sensual Interlude from the Symphony of Evolution
Forget lords and ladies - the true history of the Middle Ages is found in legal accounts of peasants' crimes, conflicts, and inheritances
Can you be traumatized by something you experience secondhand? For historians who chronicle humankind’s darkest chapters, the answer appears to be “yes” Darkest
Avoid oversimplification, question metaphors, stop talking in slogans — so urges a little book from the 1930s, a user’s manual for the mind
Computers can’t understand a haiku or conjure a fairytale. They can't grasp literature at all. And they never will. Here's proof
FROM ROBERT BIDINOTTO: THE DYLAN HUNTER THRILLERS BOX SET: Books 1 – 3 (Dylan Hunter Vigilante Justice Series).
THE BESTSELLING THRILLER TRILOGY — NOW IN ONE VOLUME!
To the world, he’s crusading reporter Dylan Hunter.
But that’s not his real name…or his real mission.
He’s a man with a mysterious past and an untraceable identity.
A man of special talents and deadly skills.
He’s a modern Zorro, secretly waging a violent, one-man vigilante war.
His targets:
The corrupt, powerful, untouchable political predators of Washington, D.C.
His mission:
To bring justice down upon them — if they don’t kill him first…And he doesn’t know his most dangerous foe is the woman who loves him…
M]y pleasure in almost perpetual reading has to do with the love of the sentence as a tranquilizer. Something there is about an elegantly turned sentence or a well-made paragraph that calms me and makes me feel that order is possible and life is, against all strong evidence to the contrary, perhaps just manageable. So pleasing is this sensation that I feel, like the tippler from another realm, that I really must have another one -- and as soon as possible.”