“I dream of Lórien. I am sitting behind a black table, surrounded by papers, in front of a wall where pictures of loneliness and desolation hang, amidst draft articles and piles of opinion that ask for my attention. And I’m … Continue reading
“I dream of Lórien. I am sitting behind a black table, surrounded by papers, in front of a wall where pictures of loneliness and desolation hang, amidst draft articles and piles of opinion that ask for my attention. And I’m … Continue reading