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Clew

In The Murders of the Rue Morgue , Poe opted for the older spelling of clue: "clew" is the older "clue." Once a ball of thread it became "by way of" Ariadne's ball of thread the "clue" of detective stories

TeWinkle Park: Mandarin Ducks

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Mandarin Ducks @ TeWinkle Park in Costa Mesa. Two pairs this morning, the only other "shooter" said yesterday there were three pairs. Little else there -- beautiful park, Canada Geese, Egyptian Geese, Mallards, Muscovy Ducks -- but maybe I'll return tomorrow. Maybe I'll catch the third pair. Catch them flying. Anyway, maybe the most beautiful duck I've "shot" thus far. Shame on you, hunters.  #rlswihart13 #costamesa #tewinklepark #ducksofinstagram #mandarinducks #ducks #beauty #waterfowl #wildlife #poetry #readmorepoetry2021

From Necropolis: Gorky

He liked absolutely any person who introduced an element of rebellion or, at the very least, mischief, into the worldā€”up to and including maniacs and arsonists, whom he wrote about extensively and was happy to talk about for hours on end. He was a bit of an arsonist himself. Not once did I ever see him put out a match after lighting a cigarette: he would invariably throw the match away unextinguished. After lunch or during his evening tea, when the ashtray would be filled with a sufficient quantity of cigarette butts, matches, and papers, he made it his cherished habit to furtively shove a lit match inside the pile. After doing so, he would attempt to distract the attention of those around himā€”while he himself cast cunning glances over his shoulder at the blazing bonfire. It seemed that these ā€œlittle family fires,ā€ as I once suggested calling them, took on a certain wicked and joyful symbolic meaning in his eyes. He felt great respect for the experiments being done in atomic fission; h...