has given much thought to the full panoply of flawed human theory
and practice, and her opinions on same tend to range from the
merely jaundiced to the excoriating. Given such a brimming sea
of errors and misdeeds from which to choose, it is surprising
that so far her concerns seem rather limited. Why she should have
chosen these themes and no others is a mystery, and That Which
Provides Food's basement is even now full of psychics and priests
trying to solve it through frantic divination by cowries, yak
bones, Tarot cards, and dice. Much could hinge on the answer.
But when one does finally come, BUTCH's fertile mind is likely
to have wrecked the curve by adding another essay on, who knows,
spelling reform or Hunan cuisine. Be sure to check back, as something
new will surely cause her dewlap to swell and her head to bob
every so often.