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His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly’s wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred.
— Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (about F. Scott Fitzgerald)-
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Monthly Archives: September 2010
Best of Times, Worst of Times
A couple of weeks ago, my day-job required me to fly to Chicago for a day to attend a meeting. I’d been to Chicago on business a couple of times before, but on those trips I was visiting companies that … Continue reading
Shackles, Chains, and Canon
In his essay, “In Praise of Dead White Men,” Lindsay Johns argues that efforts to make education more “relevant” to black people can be both patronizing and harmful, and that western literary canon should be taught to everyone. While I … Continue reading

