Auguries of insanity?
In which the social convention of boring people with dreams is stretched to its limits

I want to try something risky today: I want to talk about dreams.
I’ve been having strange dreams this year. I’ve tried to write about it a half dozen times, but I always run into trouble. You remember those rooms in Scooby-Doo where they come out of one door and run through another, and then the baddie chas…
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