On America

  You play with ace and diamond, bat and ball, horse and track, gun and fowl, but, frolicsome Americans, is there not a finer game to be played? You exalt brief shows of strength or cunning but sigh impatiently at any talk of wisdom or grace. And from the wild new-world grandstands with their sunlit […]

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On Breakfast Cereals

A. L. Katz devotes some pages to an enigmatic, hastily scrawled remark in Meingast’s diary dated July 13, 1902:   “Müsl, Müsl, wie du mein Wesen verhedderst!”   After much deliberation and wringing of hands, Katz ascribes the umlaut to agitation, and renders the remark,  “Musil, Musil, how you misunderstand my nature!” –  a reflection, he […]

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