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I’d like today to write a disquisition on walking.  The subject might fascinate me because I am myself so bad at it. Whatever the reason, though, I’m sitting now on a turn of the Rio Malcanton, a [...]

We climb the stairs to the first floor of Ca’della Corte and mill about around the long dining room table. Liza says, out of the blue: “Persiflage…” “Persiflage?” I say. It’s a word I don’t [...]

I’m still entangled in the wilds of The Magic Mountain. I learned during a break in my hectic reading schedule that a lexical analysis of the original German version of the book revealed that the [...]

There is a kind of beauty in clarity and accuracy that can’t be achieved by even the most skillful deployment of rhetoric. I’ve been reading The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, by [...]