And yet a branch of unforeseen mimosa,Cleaving the heavens, falls across it all,So in pages of philosophic proseSometimes will gleam a line of lovesick verse. -Mikhail Kuzmin ("Fuji in a Saucer") Before May skyrocketed into oblivion, I think it's pretty safe to say that I was taking things kind of slowly. Perhaps more slowly…
But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,In proving foresight may be vain:The best laid schemes o' mice an' menGang aft a-gley.An' lea'e us nought but grief an' painFor promised joy. -Robert Burns ("To a Mouse")Last Friday we discovered that there was a mouse in the house. Needless to say, this was a horrifying discovery; I…
While the world at large seems as unstable as ever, in my little microcosm, life has been relatively calm these past few weeks. In part, this is because I found out shortly after spring break that I received the grant that I had applied for, which will allow me to finish my dissertation in the…
Dining with Dostoevsky 