How did Christopher Marlowe keep his writing secret from the other prisoners when he went to jail?
He separated the prose from the cons.
A schrondinger's cat walks into a bar
and it doesn't ...
Mr. Marlow was strolling through the country when he saw a stable with the most beautiful horse he ever laid eyes on. It was seventeen hands high and white, with rippling muscles and a fine, flowing mane. Mr. Marlow struck a deal to buy it from the owner who did, however, pass on one key piece of in...