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If you click on the title of a post, you will be taken to the archive copy of the text, where there are many options:
"Print this post" -- creates a printable screen
"Add to Favourites" -- See below
"Related Posts" -- other posts that are in some way similar
"(Visited N times)" -- Started Jan 5, 2010If you click "Add to Favourites", the software sets a cookie on your device. This cookie is quite harmless; however, it saves a list of your favourite posts on this site. Up to 99 of your favourites will appear on your computer only, in the list to the right, on the device that has the cookie. Note that favourites saved on one device will not be favourites on others, and that clearing your cookies will clear that particular device's list.
I am not sure about this, but the favourites list should work, even if you are not a subscriber. I know that it does work for subscribers.
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Tag Archives: revision
Sitting in a three-armed gown (fourth revision)
The technician in the aqua lab coat summoned the balding guy with the slightly bleeding shunt in the crook of his arm, with whom I had commiserated about the insipid iodine cocktail we were both sipping: he departed clutching at … Continue reading
Leaving (3)
stare at the unbelievable polished oak and brass thing you are in sinks away I turn from the hole the incredible gap in the whole of us Face the hole in the world hole that is a blank wall I … Continue reading
Leaving (2)
They really didn’t shovel earth onto the gleaming wood and brass, but they might as well; they lowered it through plastic turf that’s supposed to pass as grass and I guess they slowly tolled a bell; and I can’t just … Continue reading