My voice went recently, never happened before, off like a tap. I had to sit in silence for nine days, chalkboard around my neck. Like an old-school mime. Like a kid in the naughty corner. Like a Victorian mute.
“Natural selection is a mechanism for generating an exceedingly high degree of improbability.”
“I have seven apartments in the house to keep in a state fit to be inspected everyday by Gentlemen.”