The visceral horror of empiricism

Failure is always a possibility

In which a little more is said about camels and needles

(Not quite) like shooting ducks in a barrel

In which a lust for riches is kindled

In which a (very) little (not very) hard work is rewarded

Paranoia sets in

All alone in the pulsing heart of the city (and in which the author tries a new approach to lettering)

Justice will be served, eventually

The sad tale of a fat old man – prelude