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Dining on the Future: An Inward-Out Exploration of Cosmic Retribution, Alienation and Market Dynamics
The current macroeconomic debate has swung decisively in recent weeks to a discussion of just how deep the ensuing recession—if not depression—will be. If one subscribes to the sublime wisdom of Greek mythology, the darker prognostications deserve our close attention.
In the Hunsruck Mountains, military convoys hauled missiles past farm tractors. The countryside smelled of hay and manure. In farm towns, bell-ringing criers shouted the news. Beyond the forested horizon another threat loomed. The nuns told us that someday we would be tempted to lie and steal and possibly in conflict, find ourselves swept into the madness of the most mortal of sins.
Fernando Morro Emerson
Moving Across the Page
Rebecca Solnit, in her chapter on labyrinths in Wanderlust, compares writing to walking. "I have often wished," she muses, "that my sentences could be written out as a single line running into the distance so that it would be clear that a sentence is likewise a road and reading is traveling (I did the math once and found the text of one of my books would be four miles long were it rolled out as a single line of words instead of being set in rows on pages, rolled up like thread on a spool)."
To Virginia Woolf, who wrote A Room of One's Own, published 1929
Virginia, you wrote, Fiction must stick to the facts, and the truer the facts the better the fiction, and by that I am sure that you did not mean that fiction must go as everyday life does and detail each moment and make nothing whatsoever up, because it cannot—it has to transcend the mundane, even as it delves into it.
Numbers and the Summer and the Father
The Civil War, one of his favorite subjects, represented all the things he cared about: blacks were the root of evil; death was good, if caused on a battlefield; and women should cook and pine while MEN fought and courageously followed orders.
Witness: a Memoir-in-Progress
The phone rang. It was Miles Davis. In his intense, whispery voice, he said to me, "Listen, man, I've got the solution to all this Vietnam war shit. Want to hear it?"