Philosophy, politics, entertainment. Art, music, poetry, science. Macrocosm, microcosm.
The discovery, so late in life, of my real direct roots with the Pilgrim Fathers and Mothers of America has led me over the last several months to some very serious, intensive reading about pre-Revolutionary and Revolutionary America--in the course of which I have discovered: Truths about the nature and character of the American Spirit, and about the character and substance of my own Mind.
posted by anatole at
12:15 AM
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous. The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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