A Report On The Banality Of Evil For when I speak of the banality of evil, I do so only on the strictly factual level, pointing to a phenomenon which stared one in the face at the trial. Eichmann was not Iago and not Macbeth,...
The house was cramped and musty and low ceilinged. There was beige carpet from the seventies,...
Neantderthals were prone to depression, he said. He said they were prone to addiction, too, and...
Randall Randall “I only want one egg this morning,” Randall said. “Bacon or...
In the cosmic calendar of the universe and life, with the Big Bang happening on January 1st,...
The tablemanners are appalling by Mr. Coulter’s standards. You notice him correcting one...
On Wyoming Street in the evening a patent Irish stumbled by, some crazy old meathead in a motley...
Her mood was a little off when I arrived. Or, not off (who was I to judge?), just unfamiliar. She took a long time hanging up my coat. “Are you okay?” But she didn’t do well with direct questions like that. As per our ritual we...
Never had a situation felt so absurd, surreal and ridiculous. And I had spent my life as a slave....
What reconciles me to my own death more than anything else is the image of a place: a place where...
“Are all the rooms here this nice?” Cassie, fifty-three, only had a second while her daughter was...
I walked outside and over to the big fire, where the men were sitting. I was greeted and then I...
