A sharpened edge of a razor, hard to traverse, A difficult path is this — poets declare! — Katha Upanishad We of the craft are all crazy....

Then will I headlong run into the earth: Earth, gape! O, no, it will not harbour me! — Christopher Marlowe, The Tragical History of Dr....

Fred A. Reed One fine morning in Montréal I was passing through the lobby of la Maison de Radio-Canada on Dorchester Boulevard, as they...