A very happy birthday to you!!!

A million thanks to our new neighbor, who called to tell us to go outside. The world is still beautiful.

I just cannot surrender such a helpful word to such sloppy, attenuating usages.

I feel like nearly every day I die a new death on this hill, and this one is especially vacuous.

I’m persuaded by your read on that! I was trying to explain to my partner how much the choice of 1857 in particular for the close of the frame narrative upset my sense of the novel’s context for thinking about rebellion, and your take really helps me with that.