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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published "Only after emptying a bottle or two did he feel dimly that the terribly tangled skein of life which previously had terrified him was not as dreadful as he had thought." – Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace Male pattern bad…

Cartoon by Jason Adam Katzenstein (New Yorker, June 8, 2026) I’m hosting the first Raie, Menthe, Roux, Sel dinner tomorrow night. My guests include Proust’s neighbor, Raymond Roussel (1877-1933) (Thomas Landbo); his mother, Marguerite Roussel (1846-1911) (Sarajeanne Drillaud); the…

1. As with everyone, her face assumed an affected, unnatural, ugly expression as soon as she looked in the looking glass. — War and Peace, 1869 Michel Foucault was convinced he was ugly, which is why he hated nature almost as much as he hated mirrors—or so he had said drunkenly la…

The last time anyone asked me for ID was two years ago, while trying to buy a beer at a Mets game. I had left my wallet in my jacket back in the stands, and when I told the young woman at the concession stand, she shrugged and said, Sorry, sir, I can’t sell you a beer without ID. I slipp…

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published See the mind of beastly man, That hath so soone forgot the excellence Of his creation, when he life began, That now he chooseth with vile difference, To be a beast, and lacke intelligence. – Edmund Spenser (1590), T…

NJ Croce 5.75” Mr Bill Poseable Figure, Classic Saturday Night Live Show Toy, Safe for Kids, Vintage Gift for Kids or Collectors, Collectible Action Figure The centre fell. We knew it would. It couldn’t possibly have held out any longer. We’d been saying as much for years. An…

Woe to you who laugh now, for you will mourn and weep. – Luke 6:24 I took the photo above on my iPhone last Saturday, the day before the first round of the French municipal elections, which saw the ultra-nationalistic far right make measurable progress, especially in southern France, but…

If you were here last week, you’ll remember that on a cold January night in 1945 my inebriated father came close to undoing all of this before it began, jeopardising not only his betrothed’s love before they were married and, with it, the family they would eventually engender ̵…

Jan. 30th, 1945 Dartmouth, Nova Scotia Dear Hélène, I hope this is not a cowardly thing to do, writing to you instead of trying to phone. Mrs T. assures me that you neither want to see nor hear from me ever again. However, the real reason for this letter is that you may, if only for …