Journey To The End Of The Night

Journey To The End Of The Night

The sky in Rancy is the same as in Detroit, a smoky soup that bathes the plain all the way to Levallois. Cast-off buildings bogged down in black muck. From a distance the chimneys, big ones and little ones, look like the fat stakes that rise out of the muck by the...
Hope In The Dark

Hope In The Dark

On January 18, 1915, six months into the first world war, as all Europe was convulsed by killing and dying, Virginia Woolf wrote in her journal, “The future is dark, which is on the whole, the best thing the future can be, I think.” Dark, she seems to say,...
Gödel, Escher, Bach

Gödel, Escher, Bach

Contracrostipunctus Achilles has come to visit his friend and jogging companion, the Tortoise, at his home. Achilles: Heavens, you certainly have an admirable boomerang collection! Tortoise: Oh, pshaw. No better than that of any other Tortoise. And now, would you like...