January 9, 2012
Edgar Allan Poe judged the greatest tragedy of existence to be humanity’s innate loneliness – our inescapable singularity. As close as one might feel to another, we largely live and die alone, sharing mere slivers of ourselves – our thoughts, fears, loves and hopes – with the outside world. Art, however, can sometimes transcend this [...]
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December 20, 2011
The other night I pulled my 800 page copy of Middlemarch out of my denim hobo bag and set it down on the table where those I was hanging out with promptly marveled at its heft. I told my friends that I had recently decided to read Middlemarch once a year and was in the [...]
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