Rereading Middlemarch at Forty
At twenty I read George Eliot for Dorothea. At forty I read it for everyone else in town, and found a better book.
Books, music and places, mostly old ones worth another look.
At twenty I read George Eliot for Dorothea. At forty I read it for everyone else in town, and found a better book.
Thoreau is easy to mock and harder to dismiss. What Walden still offers a reader with a mortgage and no pond.
An aria, thirty variations and the aria again. Why Bach’s most patient work rewards the most patient listening.