Tag: Olivier
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The past is the present, isn’t it? It’s the future, too.
How do you, Dear Reader, respond to the seashore? Matthew Arnold heard there “the eternal note of sadness”—like my mother and paternal grandfather as I recall. For Arnold, “the turbid ebb and flow / Of human misery” evoked a thought all too resonant for our present time: . . . we are here as…
Georgeann Murphy 