I mourn the safe and motherly old middle-class queen, who held the nation warm under the fold of her big, hideous Scotch-plaid sha...wl and whose duration had been so extraordinarily convenient and beneficent. I felt her death much more than I should have expected; she was a sustaining symbol--and the wild waters are upon us now.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The world is never the same as it was.... And that's as it should be. Every generation has the obligation to make the preceding ge...neration irrelevant. It happens in little ways: no longer knowing the names of bands or even recognizing their sounds of music; no longer implicitly understanding life's rules: wearing plaid Bermuda shorts to the grocery and not giving it another thought.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »