A feast on hold

In allowing the 29th of July to pass 

without comment, I found myself in a

position of deferring recognition of

the anniversary of rmbl in a context

of widespread suspension in society,

as well as of suspense in individual

life. I don't think I describe an ob-

literation in our communities of in-

terest, so much as an enlargement in

their enrollments in overlapping com-

mon cause. Public health, social jus-

tice, national reclamation from its

direst imaginable imperilments, seem

to depend upon one date's promise of

commitment to their advancement, be-

ginning this November. And yet, even

though the fork for the fish course

of a feast bears suggestive resem-

blance to the fork for a later, the 

salad, they are different enough to

argue for their individual mastery,

lest we falter in their requirements.

Emergency is always at its most per-

ilous when it challenges discernment,

and a combination of emergencies is

especially fraught. The first order

of business in the emergence of the

unimaginable is to recognize, with-

out being comforted, how familiar

it is. Yes, it is now as late as the

salad course, but the mix is still

a salad of discernible ingredients.

We did not imagine this compilation,

but we know its addresses must be

compendious, and it is time to re-

ly on an instrument well designed

for selection as well as embrace. 

We recognize, such is the tick-

et of Joe Biden for President of 

the United States, and Kamala Har-

ris for Vice President. Look at

how congruent are the tines, look

at how excellently they are dis-

tributed, look at how purposefully

they alternate, and how they accom-

modate and balance what they hold,

with our acceptance. Set the table.

Christofle
Cluny
1862