Dog Day Dry Bones
Marcus Aurelius unearthed. In army boots, no less – just like your mom.
You can see for yourself why Wellfleet’s coastal resources need to be protected.
“Be the me I seem to be.” Churm stumbles upon a growth industry.
Exposed! Women who proofread, and the men who love them!
“No one has a good word for Mao nowadays,” remarked Judge Posner.
Y’see, it’s all done with magnets: John C. Orr is on a supertrain going 265 MPH and gets to thinking about Henry Adams.
Denver? I dunno. Ask Gil Troy.
Here’s some perspective on a burning issue: of course you should drown puppies, says Jean Kazez, who just doesn’t want to be the one to do it …
Natalia Cecire’s brain almost explodes. In a Pottery Barn.
Rushdie v. Fish: have you been following this?
“Some of the detail still shocks:” Peter Porter on Lawrence Durrell’s Alexandria Quartet.
Check this out: a visual catalog of booksellers in New York City.
And via our friend Jeff Sypek, something to bury in the yard, maybe.
Oh, hear the word of the Lord!
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