Editorial The boy who fell in love with a GoddessBy R. J. Frogvarian Once upon a time, in a far away land, there lived a boy at the edge of a forest. He lived in a small, single-room house with a small bed, a pot to cook with, and a book of stories. He fed himselfContinue reading “24th of February 1897”
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17th of February 1897
Editorial Ode to your BosomBy R. J. Frogvarian As you hold me closeTo the source of your loveThat evokes in me proseUnknown, before, in woe. Those precious mountains!My tongue encircles the peaks,Your breath slightly falters,Smiles across our cheeks. Now we lay together bare of clothing,bare of restraints on the soul,the mind, the shame, nothing,nothing stopping twoContinue reading “17th of February 1897”
9th of February 1897
Editorial Think about love, dear readers. Think about your loved ones. Think about not only the people, but also the things, activities. It is important to think on love. For what force is more powerful than love? None! The stars may think Law is the absolute, those opposing them may think lack of it isContinue reading “9th of February 1897”
2nd of February 1897
Editorial I have been zailing lately. It is a noble and dangerous profession, to be a person of the waves. As noble and dangerous as the zee itself, and just as beautiful. Truly, there is no calm like the zailor’s calm, and no fury like the zailor’s fury. It is an awe-inspiring duality. Just likeContinue reading “2nd of February 1897”
27th of January 1897
Editorial If there is one thing we strive for here at the Gazette, it is consistency. It is integrity. We want our readers to know they can rely on us, trust us. We do not want to be just another pawn of the Ministry, or a fading nub on the metaphorical Rubbery of the journalismContinue reading “27th of January 1897”
19th of January 1897
Editorial What is art? What is art to you, fellow Londoners? A song, heard at the opera? A canvas, splattered with paint in a pattern recognisable to beings of sapience? A book, read under a duvet for fear of being discovered? All of those, and more – and most of all, art is nothing withoutContinue reading “19th of January 1897”