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I have an old textbook I picked up at the second hand book store, titled Eighteenth Century English Literature, by Tillotson, Fussell and Waingrow. Periodically, but without any pattern I can discern, there will appear, in poems and the like, a small superscript circle after a word. What does this mark mean?
Potpourri: works of a longer nature.
“You deserted Mother and me,” the woman said, as they watched the baboons huddle together. The sun was high. If the animals heard her accusation, they paid no notice.
“No,” said the old man. “It was the other way around.
… finish reading The Truth
I told myself, “There’s nothing more to write.” I reminded myself, “You’ve said all you have to say.” And I admonished myself when I thought otherwise. Still, driving home from the third annual grade school reunion last Sunday, I wondered.
… finish reading Resolution
The dog-eared paperback caught my eye. It lay on the shelf at shoulder height, so that I couldn’t miss it, as I searched for something else on my jam-packed bookcase. Seeing her book, Writing Down the Bones, made me realize
… finish reading Writer’s Block, 2001
Three weeks ago I returned from the second annual St. Louis Cathedral Grade School reunion. Given that I graduated in 1957, it was quite a feat to have a reunion at all. I’m sure there are some who went all
… finish reading Second Time Around
“Where are you going?” the shuttle driver asked as he drove me from the economy parking lot to Chicago’s Midway Airport.
“St. Louis,” was my two word answer. I’m not prone to chatting with strangers.
“Business or pleasure?”
… finish reading Grade School Reunion
Even if you don’t own a cocktail table, you might want to own the cocktail table book titled Lost Chicago by David Lowe. It’s a masterful collection of photographs and prose on Chicago architecture that has seen the wrecking ball.
… finish reading Lost Chicago
Which first day are you curious about? I attended five grade schools, two high schools, and too many colleges and universities to count. So there was always a first day. And they were always filled with butterflies.
Kindergarten: Everyone else
… finish reading The First Day of School