Let us consider Cleisthenes

A fragment of marble from Mount Pentelicus [being a small sum of the novel in progress, A Republic of Books]   Nevertheless, at the end of some days, the weight of such matters does add up. Or perhaps I’m just getting too old for it. Finally alone, and at home, I...

I imagine my salvation

a Menckenesque     Part One     The stolon and the radix: putting into words what cannot be said     I have learned to love Montaigne. This did not happened quickly or easily, but the affection began when I read this: “I write to keep from going...