Thursday treasures i: To have and have not

In a classic American story of his - 

which he rated, abysmal - Hemingway

engaged one character to inquire of 

another, how he went bankrupt. 

“In two ways,” was the reply. “Very 

slowly, then all of a sudden.” Such 

is that experience of furious era-

sure, the new American government 

brings to bear upon so many trea-

sures of our hold upon this world, 

even against understanding it, that 

we forget the premonitory, slow rot 

of Reaganism’s lewd contempt for 

“tree-huggers,” to say nothing of 

the revolting petrogluttony of the 

Bush dynasty. 

But now that the world has been ed-

ified in its survival and humane 

instincts, by science beyond qual-

ified resistance, and convened be-

yond dissolution, by diplomacy, the 

Church, shareholder uprisings, and 

the plain, jaw-dropping migration 

of Champagne to the south of England, 

we’ve slipped from the globe’s idle 

abuse, into its abrupt flogging into 

fury’s crematorium by the new Ameri-

can government. Thursday is as fine 

a day as any to extol what we trea-

sure, and it is not untoward to begin 

at the top. These glacial waterfalls

are a scant 600 miles from the North

Pole, where the temperature is in the

high 60s, Fahrenheit.

Now is World Oceans Day, 2017. Here's 

to water in its place, and a place for 

all amongst it. 

i, iii, iv  Paul Nicklen 

ii  Pedro Pedreira

Thomas Tallis 

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