The Transcendental Promises A Vacation From History.

I Can Imagine Many Things, But Few Clearly.

Paradise Endangered: Garden Snakes And Mice Are Appearing In The Shadowy Corners Of Dutch Old Master Paintings.

Guilt Agonizes Over Trifles, Ignores Habitual Wrongdoing.

In The Labyrinth Of A Difficult Text, We Find Unmarked Forks In The Path, Detours, Blind Alleys, Loops That Deliver Us Back To Our Point Of Entry, And Finally The Monster Who Whispers An Unintelligible Truth In Our Ears.

My Strengths Make Me Contemptuous. My Weaknesses Make Me Charitable.