Monthly Archives: May 2013

The Foppish Casual Dance of Atoms

He said Bruno was a terrible heretic.  I said he was terribly burned. –Stephen Dedalus in A Portrait of the Artist This much I knew about Giordano Bruno even before Stephen Dedalus told me, and before I had seen the … Continue reading

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Of the Papal, by the Papal, for the Papal

“Tell me, Martin,” he said. “Weren’t some of the popes — of course, not our present man, or his predecessor, but some of the old popes — not exactly … you know… up to the knocker?” There was a silence. … Continue reading

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Squalor Victoria: the self-indulgent genius of Charles Dickens

The great thing about re-reading Dickens, as I recently found when I returned to Bleak House, is that you mostly know which parts you should skip.  There is, after all, much to enjoy—he creates a fabulously dense atmosphere, for one … Continue reading

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