Here is a piece of good writing. I like it very much.
Novelist Salvatore Scibona in the New Yorker.
Excerpts:
No books about Aristotle...just Aristotle.....
upper middle-class prejudices about time and space....
even my body needed to read.....
such a gift to find my tribe....
every year since has been a more intense and enigmatic joy.......
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