Here's a second run of favourite passages from this splendid book: Do not intrude too much Into the message you carry.... from 'Johann Joachim Quantz's Five Lessons' So she was seen to enter The wood with her young skirt Flashing. from 'The Lost Miss Conn' To set the scene. The night Wind is rushing the moon Across the winter road. A mile away a farm Blinks its only eye. from 'The Murdered Drinker' Up over the wood's roof I imagine The long sigh of Outside goes. from 'The Sec

I've relished this book; here are some favourite passages. What is the language using us for? Said Malcolm Mooney moving away Slowly over the white language. * What are Communication's Mistakes in the magic medium doing To us? It matters only in So far as we want to be telling Each other alive about each other Alive. from 'What Is the Language Using Us For?' Baboon, My soul, is always ready to relinquish The safe hold and leap on to nothing at all. At least I hope so. from 'L