Saturday, October 8, 2011
Saturday commute xliii: A cab at the door
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That night I heard the sound of the disco. The rave music. It was booming down from the Pavilion, a huge nightclub that stands above the...
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Friday, October 7, 2011
Captain that we are
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my classmates The profound silence returned, and when I looked over my shoulder Ransome - the intelli-gent, serene Ransome - had vanished...
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Heartburst
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Steve Jobs Thick-skinned pomegranates, your rinds forced open by a rashness of seeds, you've led ...
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Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Annals of incongruity i
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Pressed, Auguste, the designer as- serted, worldliness knows no borders of its habitat. Worldliness, then, ...
Ferrara, 1930: coming of age by not coming out
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The offshore wind would begin to wrinkle the water in an hour, no sooner. If I wanted, there was enough time. ...
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Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Ferrara, 1930
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But I was so vain, obviously, that even religion was transformed, for me, into a source of family pride. G...
Monday, October 3, 2011
In the siege of Paris by the French, in 1871, a boy wrote this
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Tout le jour il suait d'obéissance; très Intelligent: pourtant des tics noirs, quelques traits, Semblaient prouver en lu...
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Sunday, October 2, 2011
The shadow line of publishing
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“Boogey,” I said quietly, glancing back from a corner of my eye. “You are a boogey boy.” “I am a boogey boy,” he said back to me, head ...
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