A life lived in the margins and the footnotes of himself – his epitaph: He Digressed
Habit is a cable; we weave a thread of it each day, and at last we cannot break it.
The Blind Men and the Elephant It was six men of Indostan To learning much inclined, Who went to see…
And as he, too, seemed disinclined for chit-chat, we stood for some moments like a couple of Trappist monks who…