Gazing at the eclipse in Walt Whitman’s perfect silence
Is it possible to love a science, or any branch of knowledge, despite one’s abysmal ignorance thereof?
Is it possible to love a science, or any branch of knowledge, despite one’s abysmal ignorance thereof?
The legendary British author’s attitude to the US is curiously double-edged
‘To-day the doctor says I must die — all is over with me — ah, so young to die’
The paper’s election modeling betrays an undercurrent of anxiety
Oscar Wilde’s search for fame and himself