April 2022 Bar Bulletin
I’m a stranger here. Sometimes I re-read your classics to get a firmer grasp of Americans and Americana. Revisiting Faulkner, I considered the contrasting personae of Gerald Bland and Quentin Compson. One glides easily and smoothly along the surface whilst the other is bound for the depths below. Is that distinction natural? Psychological?
And walking past a new tent in the public park this morning — a park with a gorgeous view of the city and ringed by luxury cars and million-dollar homes — I considered the accidents of fate. Money may be the answer to every question your society asks, but it’s like uisce beatha. A...