1 August (1952): James Thurber to Katherine Angell
Do you remember when we all we worried about was love?
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Staff Picks: Delta’s In-Flight Safety Video, Return of Max Fish
Where in this frame is the duck? And it’s not for nothing: the insane onslaught of visual gags, puns, Alex Trebek-cameos and historical nonsenses really do render the video more effective.
31 July (1945): Allen Ginsberg to Jack Kerouac
To the gentle children and the sons of wrath, to those with flowers in their eyes, of sorrow or of sickness, a tender adieu.
Imagined Conversations (7.30.14)
D: We are giving people larger derrières.
Dr. C: They want more ethnicity.
D: If Martha Stewart can do it, anyone can do it.
A and B overhearing.
A. Can you believe that guy! I will seize my own day. Carpe penis!
30 July (1845): Emily Brontë to Ellen Nussey
I must hurry off now to my taming and ironing I have plenty of work on hands and writing and am altogether full of business with best wishes for the whole House…
29 July (1971): E.B. White to William Maxwell
My birds are shedding now, and I’m enclosing two feathers from the young gander; you can make them into pens for Kate and Brookie so they will grow up to be writers.
28 July (1949): John Steinbeck to Elaine Scott
I am going to make my world-shaking macaroni for dinner and the kids are wild with joy because it means there will be tomato sauce all over the kitchen and all over me. My dinners are not only food. They are decorations also…
25 July (1909): Rupert Brooke to Noël Olivier
But when one, beginning to bathe, throws off one’s two garments, — then all is surprisingly well. You no longer feel disliked, an outsider. (It’s always a question of clothes, you see). You become, part of it all; and bathe…
24 July (1950): Kenneth Rexroth to James Laughlin
It is these activities which have made contemporary poetry in bulk what it is, scared, bled out, punch drunk and synthetic…
23 July (1923): P.G. Wodehouse to William Townend
Error, I think, ever to have your villain manhandled by a minor character. Just imagine Doctor Moriarty punched by Watson…