“As I clicked to magnify Earl’s census entry, the recognition was instant and visceral—a shocking relief. My hands went cold and numb. A high, electric frequency keened in my ears.”

“the middle-aged woman at the center of one of Berie’s jokes. When she meets a talking frog, he offers to transform into a prince. She declines, politely: ‘At this point in my life I’m actually more interested in a talking frog.’”

RT @GeorgesBerger: Sempé - péché

Back where I enjoy how I feel

“This training should have produced a writer with an easy American style, and it did. It might not have produced a scholar, but it did.”.

“He shied away from formal schooling and got a good deal of his education by working for a long series of newspapers and, between assignments, reading whatever books he could lay hands on.

Please, release James’s pieces for our benefit, from behind the archives PDFs, which are, well, nearly impossible to read. You have room to do this. And thank you to Paige Williams for revisiting his work, and for her words in the Classics email.

“He is enjoying himself. I asked him if he knew there was a sign painter in Dayton who could discuss Michelangelo, Raphael, Manet, Monet and Degas, and contrast the Reverend DeWitt Talmadge’s conception of hell with that of Dante.”.

“He is supposed to have political aspirations and here he is lining up in a flashy fight which eighty per cent of the people in Tennessee regard as an assault on the Bible.

“He can talk to a Tennessee mountaineer or a foreign ambassador in his own language. He is the brains of the defense. He is a puzzle.

“He is worth a million dollars. He is John R. Neal of Knoxville, chief of counsel for the defense and major domo of the visiting trained seals. He is a bachelor, an aristocrat, a cultivated man of the world.

“Through this pageantry walks a shabby man. Mark him. He needs a haircut and a shave, sometimes a fresh collar, always a shine and a respectable suit of clothes. He is probably the best known lawyer in Tennessee.

“I fell in love with The NYer when I was about eleven, and never fell out, and never got used to the heavenly sensations of being in print there.” (And I at six, in Cleveland. I traced the drawings—in letterpress then—bored with crayons in coloring books.).

“We sat at a table on a busy sidewalk.”—Ian Parker

Nonsense! Each hit stores a glorious moment imbuing the unconscious with quiet potential vitality for the coming hours.

RT @Wimbledon: A new Wimbledon champion is crowned 🇵🇱. Iga Swiatek defeats Amanda Anisimova 6-0, 6-0 to win the 2025 Ladies' Singles Trophy….

What you may come to see only with time is that John Martin’s way is precisely the way.

One characteristic of winter I love, and long for, is that my view doesn’t look like this

I was not expecting this today: “Your pathological compulsion to post,” the woman told me, “you know, it can be fixed.”.

I don’t go around just shooting people down, you know. It isn’t nice.