If our enjoyment of food is parcelled into ten
The idea of food gets nine; the food itself but one.
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- Black swan
- 'What is thy bidding, my master?'
- Walcott's 42
- Perfect numbers
- Camus-ous
- Perspiration
- Eatables
- Food
- Beware the Cat
- Quatrain
- To see is to be
- Be is To Be
- A is to B
- Quatrainette
- Triffids
- Modernism
- Form
- Food
- Gluttony
- Aurora Borealis
- One haiku
- On the different roles of fathers and mothers
- Food of the gods
- Loneliness
- A Satyre entituled the Witch
- Kissing
- Mare
- Some future book titles
- Bush
- All Descended From Monkeys
- Coleridge's Piss
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About Me
- Adam Roberts Project
- I am whatever you say I am, if I weren't then why would I say I am, and suchlike commendable sentiments.
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