surely none of them would have constructed a charnel house as murderous as Stalin’s.
these are the attributes of men who are now American through and through, an impossiblity, no matter how you look at it, an act of the will, an entelechy that neither Melville nor Twain consciously constructs
on the turbulent and portable river of our inchoate lives
on huckleberry finn
He insists that Paracelsus burn the rose and make it rise from the ashes, whether with alembics or with the Word.
in Turgenev, Carpentier’s precursor, the young students aren’t orphans and the revolution is thousands of versts away
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