"In good health, the air is a cordial of incredible virtue. Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear."
Emerson
Stopping With Stoppard
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In a prior post, I announced my intention to read--and mostly to
re-read--as much of Tom Stoppard's work as I could. From late December
into early Apr...
2 days ago

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