I shall die hidden in a hut In the middle of an alder wood, With the back door blind and bolted shut, And the front door locked for good.Elinor Wylie, ProphecyI worry about newspaper columns more than I should, I suppose. The truth is, I keep expecting someone to tell me to shut up, but I don’t want to shut up. I want to write more columns.That h...
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