(Even without throwing in Dr. Who's run-in with the misguided medical nano-bots: their melding of a face with a gas-mask: Fail.) Throw in the Mystery of some music's transcendent effects and: it's all fodder for that handful of unanswerable Questions, I wot.)
Was distracted in '83, shall have to run down a copy.
(Whoever cracks the body/mind conundrum probably won't even care if s/he gets the Nobel or the Ignobel, having invented Nirvana-on-Demand, thus needing no epaulets ever again.)
Was distracted in '83, shall have to run down a copy.
(Whoever cracks the body/mind conundrum probably won't even care if s/he gets the Nobel or the Ignobel, having invented Nirvana-on-Demand, thus needing no epaulets ever again.)