But Nothing Disturbs The Feeling

It Took Hours To Turn The Clock Back 30 Seconds.

Readers And Writers Are United In Their Need For Solitude, In Their Pursuit Of Substance In A Time Of Ever-increasing Evanescence: In Their Reach Inward, Via Print, For A Way Out Of Loneliness.

Today's Baudelaires Are Hip-hop Artists.

There Is, After All, A Kind Of Happiness In Unhappiness, If It's The Right Unhappiness.

You Encountered A Misery Near The End Of The Day And It Took A While To Gauge Its Full Extent. Some Miseries Had Sharp Curvature And Could Be Negotiated Readily. Others Had Almost No Curvature And You Knew You'd Be Spending Hours Turning The Corner. Great Whopping-big Planet-sized Miseries.