Everything was real; inconceivably real, infinitely dear. These and all things started as nothing, latent within a vast energy-broth, but then we named them, and loved them, and, in this way, brought them forth. And now we must lose them. Abraham Lincoln repeatedly visited the graveyard where his son Willie, who died at the age…
โAnything can happen. Here can be there, then can be now, up can be down, truth can be lies. Everythingโs slip-sliding around and thereโs nothing to hold on to. The whole thing has come apart at the seams.โ Published in two parts, 1605 and 1615, Don Quixote remains the most influential work of literature from the Spanish…