Red Mug, Blue Linen
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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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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