History as a mechanism. It does what it wants; we are incidental to it. Here is what it is: a staircase. On the staircase are men. At the top, a king. Someone is advancing. He climbs and he will push the king into the abyss, and he will stand atop the staircase. At the beginning [...]
This is a small pet peeve. A little thing. A little nothing. I’m certainly not saying I’ve never done it. I absolutely have. And yet. I hate references to this world. This life. You know what I mean: rhetorical questions or philosophical contemplations that say, “What does this life have to offer?” or , “Is [...]
…except actually, it isn’t. As the daughter of a linguist, I inherited an affinity for words. I revel in the variety and precision of expression afforded by the English language (the only one in which I am fluent, unfortunately–albeit in two forms, modern and middle) and its cheerful propensity for borrowing words and phrases, and [...]
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