Saturday, January 21, 2012

Comforts Abound

I'm listening to Osvaldo Golijov's mesmerizing opera Ainadamar and as it is bitter cold outside, we have elected to read this afternoon, I've nearly put the Dynamite Club to bed. It isn't bad at all, a survey of sorts which finds success in cultivating cliques of fascinating detail. I just read this:

Often the surfeit of life is breathtaking, given the gnarled means for resolution.


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