It has always seemed to me that the war has been omitted as a field for the observations of the naturalist. We have charming and sound accounts of the flora and fauna of Patagonia by the late W. H. Hudson, the Reverend Gilbert White has written most interestingly of the Hoopoe on its occasional and not at all common visits to Selborne, and Bishop Stanley has given us a valuable, although popular,  Familiar History of Birds . Can we not hope to furnish the reader with a few rational and interesting facts about the dead? I hope so. When that persevering traveller, Mungo Park, was at one period of his course fainting in the vast wilderness of an African desert, naked and alone, considering his days as numbered and nothing appearing to remain for him to do but to lie down and die, a small moss-flower of extraordinary beauty caught his eye. "Though the whole plant," says he, "was no larger than one of my fingers, I could not contemplate the delicate conformation of its root...

Fritz Eichenberg, The Peaceable Kingdom. 1950.   https://misterscribbles.blogspot.com/2021/04/fritz-eichenberg.html

It was in November and not cold, I was outside playing in the driveway.  I had on my twin pearl handled toy six shooters, and a red cowboy hat with white lacing.  I was clearing out all the Apaches that had attacked the homestead, and the cavalry would be there soon.  Then my mom called me inside to watch the president's visit to our town.  At that time we had a smallish black and white television, I didn't want to go but this was an argument I knew I couldn't win.  I broke out my toy soldiers as mom ironed and watched TV.  It was past lunchtime, but I would eat once mom got enough of the excited talk about whatever was going on, I had no interest in the program and was about to hang one of my soldiers for desertion when mom started crying.  I went over to her and tugged on her skirt asking what was wrong but she paid me no attention and just kept watching the TV.  Someone had shot the visiting president but that meant nothing to to a five year ol...

So tonight I am reading about propositional logic, which appears to be self evident hogwash restated in college idiom much like the system of pronunciation used by Wikipedia, a simple phonetic spelling would be far too mundane and not exclusive enough for those who paid hundreds of thousands of dollars in order to set themselves apart from the penny stinkards who actually make society work. Er,...I may be off track here some. Mr. A was created by Steve Ditko and the first issue ran in Wally Wood's Witzend. He is an Objectionist vigilante crusader in a mask and fedora who is a follower of Ayn Rand's philosophy, in that it is wrong to grant mercy to a bad person. The name is from Aristotle's law of A=A, or that the thing is identical to itself and nothing else. Needless to say, this didn't catch on so Steve then created The Question, a masked vigilante reporter who wore a fedora and a trench coat. The Question by Denys Cowan. He has been beaten to a pulp at least once...

  ...I netted this kitten outside a convenience store and brought her home with me. I fell in love with a kitten that lived in a convenience store parking lot.  After 2 weeks of trying to get her, I used a landing net to grab the little darling.  A woman there went ballistic over this and accused me of hurting the cat.  Her massive boyfriend stood by and I was really worried.  I explained what I was doing and why, but this skirt kept running her mouth.  When I left with the cat I saw her writing down my license plate number. The cat is named Mischa.  She is on my knee while I write this. To our minds cats are insane.  Their logic is not ours, their manner of affection bizarre.  When we were all boarded up during the hurricane, Jango cried out all night Why?  Why I no go out?  Why?  Why?  Jinjur was very troubled by the storm,  Mingo fell asleep, and Mischa spent the night stalking the others.  What fun she had! ...