“As klezmer music played from his phone, he ran his hand across the spines of ‘The Russian Theater after Stalin’ and ‘The Kurdish Question in Iraq.’ He tenderly held up a book of poems by Abraham Reisen, a Yiddish writer he was smitten with.”
“One afternoon last month, Uminer stood amid the leaning towers, savoring his unruly paradise while he still could.—@AlexVadukul https://t.co/xnzqhLBMYT
“(Technically, one client was briefly engaged to Shemp Skarsgård, but things were called off when it came to light that she had lied on her application about liking coffee.)—Sarah Hutto https://t.co/hhPL05vJjN
Can't believe I nearly missed her birthday.
The luminous Pamela Brown. One of my favourite introductions to a character, in one of my favourite films. I Know Where I'm Going! (1945). 🎬
“There was, as many people pointed out, a certain irony to Trump’s going to bat for a birthright citizen. But I didn’t really see it. Trump doesn’t care about consistency. What he does care about is Trump.”—@louisahthomas https://t.co/QwEmzylCdt
This is nice. Small café in Binche. M and Mme Praetere, owners, serving veal in a shallot, mushroom, and cream sauce. We’re watching. They locked the door. I’m enjoying myself. Pâté after supper.
This is nice. Small café in Binche. M and Mme Praetere, owners, serving veal in a shallot, mushroom, and cream sauce. We’re watching. They locked the door. I’m enjoying myself. Pâté after supper.
“Sometime between 85 and 43 B.C., the Roman writer Publilius Syrus arrived at a judgment that would gain traction never. In a poetic phrasing, he called a beautiful face a ‘mute
recommendation.’ Alas, no one told Instagram.”
“If anything, we are moving toward a world where more and more of us will identify as face blind, unable to determine whose stretched, perfectly flushed skin belongs to whom.”—@GiniaNYT https://t.co/jEHXda91rI
Both pissed as newts, they slumbered as the ship went / round and round.
You don't need navigation when you don't care where / you're bound.
—Basil Ransom-Davies
“At 2am, Mayor Randy Attaway lay in bed, praying for quiet, fearful of the locals’ complaints. But they never came.”—@charlotteharpur https://t.co/NckQZECOGq
Here’s to Nicholas Henriquez @NewYorker and his entry for “Eight Great American Novels”: “A dagger of a novel, brief and lethal, ‘Miss Lonelyhearts’ is the great American apostasy—West reminds us that life does scant giving, and much taking away.” 🥂