"If immeasurable love were perfect wisdom, one human being might almost impersonate Providence to another."
--George Meredith, The Ordeal of Richard Feverel
"There’s a greater narrative these big publishers are writing, one that, even after all her schooling and work, seems more opaque than ever. A national narrative determined at the top, unwritten and seen only by implication, responsible, she thinks, for the lack of books that interest her." (via Mefi) Contains the small truth that even indie presses are blinkered. In less than cataclysmic times that would be the story. In less than cataclysmic times i'd debate it.
the loneliness of men is not assuaged
for all the flags & badges they devise
a part of them must skulk beyond the pale
& howl at them from ev'ry bloody moon
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