Hannah Arendt

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Chapter Nine of Peace Like a River — the best novel of the first quarter century of the millennia and yes, I know there are

Did not know this until just now but a few weeks ago was World Tuberculosis Day, which honors the date the TB bacterium was discovered

Silence is the real. Words lie on top. + To be alone with the Alone He drapes himself in silence Art, too, is the fruit

A report from the lab — She’ll talk sometimes, make an endless series of noises with inflections and rhythm and pauses. Or she’ll just scream

A report from the lab — She’ll talk sometimes, make an endless series of noises with inflections and rhythm and pauses. Or she’ll just scream

Mostly I gave up meat for Lent. Or to put it another way, I gave up meat (mostly) for Lent. And this is how Lent

Of mercy’s fire and blood Mercy burns, wrote Mary Flannery O’Connor, by which she meant … well, let’s think on it for a minute or so,

Seek and find We all need something. I need a new power cord. They need to read the Psalms. You need to shop shouting at

Chapter Nine of Peace Like a River — the best novel of the first quarter century of the millennia and yes, I know there are

Did not know this until just now but a few weeks ago was World Tuberculosis Day, which honors the date the TB bacterium was discovered

Silence is the real. Words lie on top. + To be alone with the Alone He drapes himself in silence Art, too, is the fruit

A report from the lab — She’ll talk sometimes, make an endless series of noises with inflections and rhythm and pauses. Or she’ll just scream