Everybody's favorite kind of cord.
Paradoxes and other fun aspects of time travel, also a symbol for sf itself (or maybe for fiction itself). Never-ending circles.
Stories that loop. Stories that frame other stories. Stories that are mirrors, in which you see yourself.
An interview with Crowley. And another. And another, with internal links.
Crowley has his own blog.
A quote-acrostic.
The Kool-Aid guy.
The Four Dead Men.
A classic Howard Johnson's motel.
A symbol of pilgrimage.
The original Avvenger.
The basis of Little Belaire's filing system. Some files.
A similar educational machine.
Another magic ball and glove.
One model for the head-shaped cabin in part IV.
Pretty widely accepted in the 1970s.
Its purpose is killing people.
Thinking about knots.
Inside the
Insects in Lucite are art (or literature).
Time Life Books.
Literature is an afterlife.
Science fiction is heaven (or not).
Literature is circular, or at least closed, where life is not.
Or, the cycle of the seasons is closed, and predictable, whereas stories and literature are not.
A path where you might lose yourself.
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