Red Mug, Blue Linen
Friday, November 6, 2015

Suppose it were Friday cviii: breaking free

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    Exactly when Thornhill broke    free of the 3-legged race of    what passes for politics, to    enact his own leaps of faith ...
Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Ballots

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 Who was it, who  thought the in-  nocent wouldn't  also need to be  called?  From Houston to  Kentucky, inno-  cents were lost...

The grapes are off the vine in the Northern Hemisphere

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 and in Virginia,   we just got past  another election  day -  the one came too  soon, the other,  too late; but to  be over the su...
Monday, November 2, 2015

Blind chance

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   Over the weekend I did some    reading in the new Herodotus,    listened to half of Haydn's     Seasons, and watched a stun-   ...
Saturday, October 31, 2015

Resuming natural time

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   Amid amazing meteorological accidents    A young couple moves away from the others on the ark,    -- Is this ancient, pardonable...
Friday, October 30, 2015

Glimmer, glimmer, pants on simmer

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The Defense of Marriage Act, lately ruled unconstitution- al by the Supreme Court of the United States, rested on a bit of statutory hu...
Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Origins of Wednesday xviii: Omnia mutantur, nihil interit

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Not long ago, I defended having weathered another Summer without Proust,   as escaping a kind of in- tellectual nuisance, like his gre...
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Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Dancing home

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The papers are full of an ex- citement one can well imagine, that Colm Tóibín's Brooklyn is now playing on the screen. He requires ...
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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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