Nature doesn’t give a damn what it sounds like.
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; / Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
What the fork?
Ransom objected to a false dilemma.
If I were God, I’d keep other company.
The invaluable works of our elder writers, I had almost said the works of Shakespeare and Milton, are driven into neglect.
What are the compensations on the downhill side of life?
No one who cares about the condition of our culture can afford to ignore Conscientious Thinking. --Jackson Lears, editor, Raritan
They should be required to share a double bed and commit adultery with each other every night—twice if possible.
Front Porcher Rob Grano has a lovely little review of John Lewis-Stempel’s The Running Hare: The Secret Life of Farmland. It’s over at The University Bookman. Here’s a taste: “Really: I just want the birds back.̶...