The man who had never heard of Frank Sinatra: he lived
A perfectly ordinary life in America. Born in 1915,
He followed all the fads, read the newspapers, listened
I, Chief Printer
I have several questions.
For a few months
A radio business channel
In Boston carried
The coffin, set up as coffins always are, near the grave, contained the father. The sentence, set up as sentences always are, on the page, contained the words. The meat package, set up as meat packages always are, with cellophane covering, contained the chops.
P:The statistician and the poet need each other,
But not yet.
S:You need us now.
Without a theory of probability