What is it about the oblique kindness of strangers in a city that is otherwise so straightforward, so full-on committed, to its aggressions?
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Franklin Evans; or, The Inebriate
What a good thing it is to start Sunday with a close reading of the essay Whitman Drunk by Michael Warner, part of the weighty academic tome, much thumbed and at my bedside for it is quite the resource, Publics and Counterpublics.
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A Memory Worthy of an Aftertaste
Sometimes when you’re 22, you ask a room full of Chinese students an essay question and you get a bunch of hum-drum la de da. Once in a while, you get this.
Caroline M Cooper 