“When I’m dreaming back like that I begins to see we’re only all telescopes.” Joyce, Finnegans Wake Dream-analysis does not necessitate an affirmation of the existence of…
Between science’s eternal youth, forever sprouting green shoots, and the crumbling timelessness of art’s old age, there may yet emerge a new, a third kind of time, a crossing…
Psychologists — and more especially philosophers — pay little attention to the play of miniature frequently introduced into fairy tales. In the eyes of the psychologist, the writer is merely…
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