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Wilfred M. McClay
A, like, meditation on, like, words like “like.”
To say that writing novels trained a mind for eternity was a bold professional claim.
Mick Herron’s Jackson Lamb is a casualty of both the Cold War and its aftermath.
Calling the idea of wilderness into question makes as much sense as asking whether the United States is a democracy.
The lack of cultural capital spurs a form of social begging intended to expand and upgrade the supplicant’s social network.
Were it not for this creative, constructive impulse, the fire next time would have burned this country down many times over.
We talk about a suicide contagion’s progression across a given community as though it were a biological phenomenon, an epidemic without conscious direction.
Religion is more than the many ways in which it can be viewed.