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history/memory

“We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.” (Guildenstern), Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard

uncertainty

Jefferson on grammar

Reading Lolita in Tehran

how are things in glocca morra?

siblingness

winging in the years

Nixon: a lesson in rhetoric

unrelatedly, my dear watson

a canary in the coal mine redux

literature with a schtick