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  • All the names

    Handwritten letters are now few. Afriend from university just sent me a postcard. It’s her eccentric way of maintaining a small but persistent dose of singularity. Doing what we think others don’t can make us interesting, or so we think. On the card is a surrealist image of a man…

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  • Limbs to lose

    Hamburg, 1945: Wantonness, and then regret. Phantom pain occurs when a confused brain sends messages to severed limbs, rejecting the idea that the appendages are gone and leaving the victim in the thrashing throes of rage and despair. Carry this mournful paradigm into the political and social arena and some…

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  • Own it

    Why be aware when you can own? Recently, a friend of mine acknowledged she talked too much. But she knew about the flaw, she explained. Not only that, she “owned” it — not “owned up” to it, mind you, but owned it, the way you might own a sofa or…

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  • Giovanni

    Giovanni spent most days seated on a straw chair. The superintendent of our Rome building when I was a boy was a Sard named Giovanni. He lived in the ground floor apartment with his wife Rosa and spent most of the day sitting tranquilly in a straw chair just beside…

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  • 76 trombones

    Rotary heaven… At a certain age, age becomes you. Like mourning becomes Electra. New inventions and refreshed conventions disdain all carping. You collect antiques without even wanting to, or they collect you. Take my landline phone. Once a stalwart rectangular box with a magic wire attached, it’s now a relic…

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  • Tighten up

    Gavrilo Princip’s murder of Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria and his wife in Sarajevo on June 28, 1914 led to Hungary’s declaring war on Serbia and opened the door to World War I. The final assignment was not simple. The course had covered European history in the first quarter of…

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