Letter of the Week
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In modern life, there’s no activity more feral than weaving through the Manhattan jungle with a backpack glued to your back with sweat. My flight had been two hours late (as all flights from Atlanta to New York are two hours late). I’d taken the free bus (free!) and nearly wept with religious ecstasy at…
Ode by Arthur o’Shaughnessy
“We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams; —
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.”
Stephanie Nolan 