‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Monday, November 26, 2007
where we are:
"We live in a time in which tragedy is not an art form but a form of history."
Susan Sontag, Against Interpretation (New York: Picador, 1966), 125.
