Here in Washington, we're gearing up for the inaugural. Some links about the second most pressing question concerning January 20, 2009:
One finds it so difficult to explain to people why a particular book which seems chock-full of noble emotion and compassion, and can hold the reader's attention 'on a theme far removed from the discordant events of the day” is far worse than the kind of literature which everybody admits is cheap.
All such great words as 'Beauty', 'Love', 'Nature', 'Truth', and so on become masks and dupes when the smug vulgarian employs them. In Dead Souls you have heard Chichikov. In Bleak House you have heard Skimpole. You have heard Homais in Madame Bovary. The philistine likes to impress, and he likes to be impressed, in consequence of which a world of deception, of mutual cheating, is formed by him and around him. - V. Nabokov