What we think, or what we know, or what we believe is, in the end, of little consequence. The only consequence is what we do.
Philosophors accompanies the quotation with a photograph.
What we think, or what we know, or what we believe is, in the end, of little consequence. The only consequence is what we do.
Philosophors accompanies the quotation with a photograph.
From the weekly newsletter of Exploring Music. This week's theme is Let Me Tell You a Story.
Franz Schubert died asking for more of James Fenimore Cooper’s novels like The Last of the Mohicans.
At SiriusXM Martin Goldsmith dips into his memory archive (and mine) to remind us of what Phil Ochs said—
Ah, but in such an ugly time the true protest is beauty.
I didn't listen long enough to hear whether Mr Goldsmith also asked "when will they ever learn?"
I don't know whether I appreciate more the whole of Jesse Nathan's thoughts in "Baseball Has Lost Its Poetry" or the remarkable feat of placing a reference to "To His Coy Mistress" in an essay about baseball.Most of all, I get the feeling that a languorous 19th-century invention — baseball — is being forced to fit a 21st-century pace of life. Most days, most places, I already feel rushed, sensing, as Andrew Marvell wrote, “time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near.” Now I have to feel that at the ballpark, too?
Describe your ideal reading experience (when, where, what, how).
Immediately on waking up I make a cup of Yorkshire Gold with a chocolate digestive and read in bed for half an hour, or more. Always a book. Never a script or emails. This not only wakes me up, it puts me back in the world we are living in and who we are today. Unless there is an urgent reason I do not look at newspaper headlines, or listen to the news until halfway through the morning.
By the Book at the New York Times