When sometimes a frying-pan caught fire
Meantime Giorgio, with tranquil movements, had been unfastening the door; the flood of light fell on Signora Teresa, with her two girls gathered to her side, a picturesque woman in a pose of maternal exaltation. Behind her the wall was dazzlingly white, and the crude colours of the…
Maybe you SHOULD read this…
As a new week of partisan political planking (“Nuh-uh, the speck’s in YOUR eye”) gets going full swing through my timeline, it’s a good time to remember the words of Martin Niemöller: “First they came for the communists, and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a communist.…