“I have said that it is the sufferer from insomnia
who knits the torn edges of men's dreams together in the hour before dawn. It
is he who from his hidden, winter vantage point sees the desperate high-hearted
bird fly through the doorway of the grand hotel while the sleepy doorman nods,
a deed equivalent in human terms to that of some starving wretch evading Peter
at heaven's gate, and an act, I think, very likely to be forgiven.” — Naturalist
Loren Eiseley (1907–1977), “One Night’s Dying,” in Night Country (1971)
A Shocking and Predictable Election
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