Tag: neal_stephenson

They don’t shoot him, but they don’t let him in
He tries to get up on his elbows to look
A diver comes up with a piece of actual gold
The grand wazir glares at each one in turn
It must be around midnight when the sharks come
I’d rather stub out cigarettes on my tongue than go shopping
This word, devoid of context, could mean almost anything
The rhythm of the conversation is abruptly lost
There was perfect silence from the other men
A woman is standing behind him
Ask questions that will be exceedingly difficult to answer
A spark pops across the contacts like a firecracker
Everything is silent except for the surf
Any thought that this was just a joke evaporated
A night train from Birmingham blows through
My family’s done a lot of traveling around
On the walls, diverse oil paintings
A massive, blocky modern sculpture sits over the door
Turing figured out something entirely different
Later they emerge from the clouds again
Riemann Zeta function again. That thing pops up everywhere
Don’t talk to the Dentist. Ever. Not about anything
I guess I am just shy, or something
The people come awake and begin to burn coal
Now he is thinking of shaving his beard off
How far are we from Manila?
But he didn’t know who Kafka was
A bamboo grove, all chopped down