Thanksgiving Is Ruined

The Personal is Political. The Political is Personal.

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October 20, 2003
Sonnet 137

A extremely seductive excerpt from Edna St. Vincent Millay:

Upon this gifted age, in its dark hour,
Rains from the sky a meteoric shower
Of facts . . . they lie unquestioned, uncombined.
Wisdom enough to leech us of our ill
Is daily spun; but there exists no loom
To weave it into fabric;

Discovered via Neil Postman's Building a Bridge to the Eighteenth Century: How the Past Can Improve Our Future.