Tag: melancholy
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August 23, 2012
Well, I have dog-eared, underlined and exclamation-pointed my way through the collected essays of E.B. White. And I have to say that I am sad to be done. Actually, what I am is bereft. I never knew E.B. White, but I miss him terribly. His ability to see, to marvel–his rueful, joyful ruminations–have kept me…