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At A Time When Politics Deals In Distortions And Half Truths, Truth Is To Be Found In The Liberal Arts. There's Something Afoot In This Country And You Are Very Much A Part Of It.

When My Brother Called To Inform Me, On The Morning Of May 22, 2003, That Our Mother Caroline Oates Had Died Suddenly Of A Stroke, It Was A Shock From Which, In A Way, I Have Yet To Recover.

It's Not Hard To Write Poorly. But To Write Something Good, It Has To Be Revised.

I Have Beliefs, Of Course, Like Everyone-but I Don't Always Believe In Them.

The Denial Of Language Is A Suicidal One And We Pay For It With Our Own Lives.