Ammi’s horse still pawed and screamed deafeningly in the road outside,
and nearly drowned its owner’s faint quaver as he mumbled his formless reflections.

H. P. Lovecraft, “The Colour out of Space”

I’m Viktor Eikman. Elsewhere I seem to lead an adult life, usually programming, sometimes for its own sake. These are my formless reflections.

Yet again, the author affirms that slaves should be obedient, never protesting; they should be an ornament to Christi...

The Pauline and pseudoepigraphical consistency on slavery is disturbing. It suggests that slaves in the Christian con...

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