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The library is a trap; it is the subversion of secrecy; it is the first and best sanctuary of the life of the mind
By Our ReadersOctober 1986It’s as if you’re walking on your heart and it’s holding you the way the earth holds you up — if you let it — or the spirit holds you up, your heart and your spirit, one holding you by one arm and the other supporting the other arm.
By Deena MetzgerAugust 1986For about fifteen minutes every day I worry about AIDS or herpes or Pentagon cost overruns. It’s not that they have any great effect on me, it’s just that I am a broad-based, categorical worrier.
By Ralph EarleJuly 1986At first, it was called Dragon Bay in derision of an old fisherman who said that a dragon had surfaced near his boat as he was coming back into the bay. He said it was a small dragon and seemingly harmless, and the people did not believe him.
By Jon RemmerdeFebruary 1986When I saw “Red Dawn,” I realized that a private and relatively innocent part of my adolescence had become tribalized on a mass scale, and from that fact flowed a palpable undercurrent of menace that had never been there for us.
By William TrotterNovember 1985So we were near the end of two and a half hours of long-distance conversation, an eternal friend and I, and we were finally getting around to the good stuff: the war between the sexes.
By D. Patrick MillerOctober 1985A habit, but it must change. / Knowing all this makes me responsible — / while I am setting dishes out / some unknown people are, / by my compliance, / being unspeakably wicked!
By Cedar KoonsSeptember 1985Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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