Robots will soon frost and fill Krispy Kreme's Doughnuts.
Without further comment... > in his inclement, howling old age, Ahab’s soul, shut up in the caved trunk of his body, there fed upon the sullen paws of its gloom — Moby Dick (@MobyDickatSea)
A surprising juxtaposition of the seventeenth century with classical times.
At The New York Times, Mo Willems tells how he enlarges his exposure to new kinds of books.
I think I'll make sure my county supervisor sees this.
A poet ages.