One of the greatest short stories of all time. A midlevel Russian official wakes up one day to discover that his nose is missing. A baker finds it in a piece of bread, tosses it out on the street. The nose begins to dress up like a man of rank. The Russian official chases it all over town. Funny and bizarre.
Isaiah 40 (poem)
Like grass, we grow up and are cut down.
The Situation of the Contemporary Follower (essay)
Faith is not a kind of knowledge.
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