Red Mug, Blue Linen
Saturday, June 17, 2017

Real government, real men

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Sixty minutes into Costa-Gavras' Cold War thriller, State of Siege, a sexy masked terrorist interroga- tor guides a captive CI...
Friday, June 16, 2017

Suppose it were Friday cxxv: Calder at the moment

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    Like a face crossing a mirror     at the back of the room, Eros     moves.. He never looks at you     from the place from wh...
Thursday, June 15, 2017

Likely stories come again

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  One could sense we were on somewhat soggy   ground when young Trump denounced the tak-   ing of Shakespeare, relevantly, rep...
Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Origins of Wednesday lii: And the green?

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         Ow. In fact ouch.          I was just bothering over          these torpid interpretations you see          when, ble...
Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Strategies of falsehood

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O sentiments sitting beside my bed what are you thinking? of an ebony vase? of a pail of garbage? of memorizing Whitman? You ...

"There is a house, somewhere in this city . ."

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Remembering the spymaster, Smiley, in Le Carré's twice perfectly film- ed tale , Tinker, Tailor, we are told, there is a house where...
Saturday, June 10, 2017

Saturday commute cxlii: all set

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       Likes new stories?         Check.        Likes old stories?         Check.        Likes stories?         Not esp...
Friday, June 9, 2017

Suppose it were Friday cxxiv: Seasonable theatre

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Of all the democratic dramas we've seen emergent in our tweety little amphitheatres, yesterday's in Washington so cleared the ...
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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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