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 Good Friday And petulant Pilate as if triumphant — What I have written, I have written! Finally a decision.
Each animal has its glory. The dog his ears, the rabbit her tail, the dolphin their leaps. Elephant trunk Moose antlers Giraffe … duh Walrus
The physician must be able to tell the antecedents, know the present, and foretell the future — must mediate these things, and have two special objects
Bear no malice nor ill-will to any man living, for either the man is good, or naught: if he be good, and I hate him,