Red Mug, Blue Linen
Wednesday, September 22, 2021

Another vehicle in passing

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        Needless to say, our formal goodbye   was cool and reserved. It scarcely   amounted to exchanged looks or a    handshake. In the cou...
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Sunday, February 14, 2021

Where went the Whips, or, Why didn't Schumer play for a mistrial?

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Bearing in mind,   that the prosecutorial obligation in the late Senatorial miscarriage of justice had always been, to minimize the shame of...
Wednesday, January 6, 2021

Samothrace revisited

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Approaching tabulations of the final two per- cent of ballots cast, the State of Georgia was seen today to have rejected the campaigns for r...
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Sunday, November 22, 2020

Not the easiest thing

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  I find myself reading Jack Schaefer's Shane (1949) this weekend, occasioned by nothing more than a browse in Wil- liam Allard's be...
Saturday, November 7, 2020

Saturday commute clxxxii: Nice start

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After an interval of unexpected length, it is a pleasure for me to look now upon a fresh, unmarked page in this journal. I would be the firs...
Sunday, October 4, 2020

Timely blades and second chances

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No one, of course, has any appetite for seeing a certain name again, except as a line to avoid selecting, at the top of  his ballot, At last...
Saturday, September 19, 2020

Word from the land of always something

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  Word came to Americans some time in the evening of the 18th that a hold- out against replacement on the high court had passed from the sce...
Friday, August 21, 2020

Of frogs we should have expected

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’Twas a warm Summer night, just the  weather for merchants of sentiment  to stuff our throat with frogs. Not  merely to agita...
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Writing to a colleague in the 1930s, the physicist Wolfgang Pauli confessed, “I have done a terrible thing. I’ve postulated a particle that can not be detected.” Eventually, Pauli won the Nobel Prize for his Exclusion Principle, i.e., all material particles exhibit space-occupying behaviour - and could very well fall within the province of restaurants. I wonder if red mug, blue linen will be that terrible thing, a postulate without a particle - that a gentleman is only that creature whose nourishment occupies no space. But whether that is true, is less urgent to know than where it comes from.
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