But when you have done all these fine things, quoth Trinquamelle, how do you, my friend, award your decrees, and pronounce judgment? Even as your other worships, answered Bridlegoose; for I give out sentence in his favour unto whom hath befallen the best chance by dice, judiciary, tribunian, pretorial, what comes first. — François Rabelais, Gargantua and Pantagruel, Book III, Chapter XXXIX, translated by Sir Thomas Urquhart His passion is for the British law, and he has spent

. . . our present ethnoclass (i.e., Western bourgeois) conception of the human, Man, which overrepresents itself as if it were the human itself . . . — Sylvia Wynter, “Unsettling the Coloniality of Being/Power/Truth/Freedom” (2003) This towering strangeness is part of their towering holiness. — Serpent’s Egg (ch. 2, p. 17). A thinking-aloud post about one of the thornier aspects of Serpent’s Egg. Early in the book, Lafferty tells us that in 2035, the year when the book takes