Sometimes the writer in me comes out and my inner dialogue suddenly switches as if I was narrating a first-person story.
Most of the time, though, when I am actually talking to myself it's out frustration and usually goes something like, "What the fuck?"
Most of the time, though, when I am actually talking to myself it's out frustration and usually goes something like, "What the fuck?"
Even if the open windows of science at first make us shiver after the cozy indoor warmth of traditional humanizing myths, in the end the fresh air brings vigor, and the great spaces have a splendor of their own - Bertrand Russell
