Mirror Berlin

I see that spellbinding phrase almost every day. Rapidshare, the euro-colossus of twilight-market file sharing, most often directs my computer to retrieve various romantic art movies of my desiring from Mirror Berlin.

Gloom, Doom, Rheum

I read a book by Leonard Michaels a long time ago that took its title from Henry James's closing thought upon recounting the details of a public hanging he'd witnessed, I Would Have Saved Them If I Could.

Mr. Jonathan Swift offers all of us another possible title for our own volumes of collected shorter fiction:

WHEN my Muse officious ventures
On the Nation's Representers;
Teaching by what Golden Rules
Into Knaves they turn their Fools:
How the Helm is rul'd by Walpole
At whose Oars, like Slaves, they all pull:

Let the Vessel split on Shelves,
With the Freight enrich themselves:
Safe within my little Wherry,
All their Madness makes me merry:
Like the Watermen of Thames
I row by, and call them Names.
Like the ever-laughing Sage,
In a Jest I spend my Rage:
(Tho' it must be understood,
I would hang them if I cou'd:)

---from To a Lady

If Paul Harvey Was Gay and Really Concise

Pier Paolo Pasolini's gay uncle's German boyfriend was Marconi's dentist.