In the thick of disasters and distractions, far and near and large and small, but with a continuing (if cockeyed) optimism, this Fool wishes each and all his readers a fine, fascinating and continually-improving 2005.
L'homme y passe à travers des
forêts de symboles
Qui l'observent avec des regards
Les Fleurs du Mal,
[T]here is almost no subject-matter, and what little one can disentangle is foolish....
One would call the style verbose, except that by definition verbosity is the use of words in excess of the occasion, and there seems to be no occasion.
Forms of Discovery, Ch. 7