Philadelphia arts and culture; uncommon politics; Episcopalian heterodoxy; forest bowers; and an occasional problem with self-righteous moralists.
Questioning Authority since 1951.
"Whiles in the early winter eve we pass amid the gathering night some homestead that we had to leave years past; and see its candles bright shine in the room beside the door where we were merry years agone but now must never enter more, as still the dark road drives us on. E'en so the world of men may turn at even of some hurried day and see the ancient glimmer burn across the waste that hath no way; then with that faint light in its eyes a while I bid it linger near and nurse in wavering memories the bitter-sweet of days that were."
"Here's the real problem with American liberalism: there is no such thing, not really. What we call American liberalism is really a kind of genetic mutant; a Frankenstein's monster of incongruous parts - a fat, affluent, overeducated New York/Washington head screwed onto the withering corpse of a vanishing middle-American manufacturing class. "
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