The white man was wearing shorts, shorts that ended high up on his legs and had no pockets. Underpants. “Where is his head?” “Fin-tsjem aotepetsj ara,” they said. ”It hangs in the house of Fin. And it looked so small, like the head of a child.”

House of Eratosthenes NOTES: This is a power our “free press” has always had that people don’t think about much. We allow them to determine, in large part, what we as free citizens discuss. If they decide something like this is not to be discussed, and a bunch of us disagree, they pretty much win.