Without Lifting A Finger

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

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

He liked absolutely any person who introduced an element of rebellion or, at the very least, mischief, into the world—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 him—while he himself cast cunning glances over his shoulder at the blazing bonfire. It seemed that these “little family fires,” 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...