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The Quarrel—Take One 

The quarrel began because I wanted to go jogging in the evening snow storm. Our Vine Street apartment was only two blocks from the outer loop of Warinanco Park. Warinanco…

Erudition

In the tertulias of times past, there was always a scholar who knew everything. He remembered names, faces, dates, and data with absolute precision thanks to his privileged memory which…

Samuel Beckett: The Chaos Between Two Silences

Samuel Beckett: The Chaos Between Two Silences

Samuel Beckett was born on Good Friday and died on Christmas Day according to his legend, which is further aggrandized by his shrug of the shoulders in the face of…

Coming At Us From All Sides

It’s all but final now. Last efforts to force Roselle’s City Council to produce a detailed environmental impact statement have failed. The woods across the street are history. Surveyors have…

William Faulkner: Voices In The Mud

William Faulkner: Voices In The Mud

When William Faulkner was already a grand figure and John Kennedy was collecting such objects to adorn some of his private dinners, the writer received an invitation from the President…

Bicycling To Oblivion?

Thursday’s bike ride converted into a series of adventures and misadventures. During the eventful trip, I fell down two times while getting on or off my Cannondale 400 Hybrid, I…

Scott Fitzgerald: Jazz, Martinis & White Hats

For someone enamored of success and not inclined to resign himself to his fate, it was a curse to live in a less than aristocratic neighborhood, study in elite colleges…

Tennessee Williams: The Rotten Flowers Of The Magnolia Tree

Tennessee Williams: The Rotten Flowers Of The Magnolia Tree

His maternal grandfather, named Rakin, was the rector of The Episcopal Church of Columbus, when Tennessee Williams was born in that Mississippi city on March 26 in 1911. His…

Confessions Of A Dealer

(told by a friend who wishes to remain anonymous) In Quentin Tarantino's Reservoir Dogs, Tim Roth plays the gang member Mr. Orange. Mr. Orange is an undercover cop. Mr. Orange's…

The Compass

When you're born, your entire space amounts to the dimensions of the cradle: 80 x 60cm. The compass will open. After six months, you can crawl across the room. After one year,…

Red-Haired Cop

The fat red-haired cop was talking to the attractive blond woman who was working at the Swissair information desk. He seemed oblivious to everything else going on in the terminal.…

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