THE REACTION
... To sleep, perchance to dream and really, one of these Gilbertian days it might come true. Modes and manners do change so By Chris Sewell THE fire was delicious. It glowed. It enervated. It whispered of careless days when miners were unsophistic ated folk and lived to oblige. I sat and sat, lulled into apathy; fending off the inevitable. Now some demon of unrest was jealous of my peace. If ...