From "148 Charles Street," Willa Cather's recollection of Mrs. James Fields in Not Under Forty, recommended to me by Brain Pickings [https://www.brainpickings.org/2016/02/25/willa-cather-relationships/]— > When one was staying
> Some of the mail was important and personal, not just bills. It was exciting to get a letter: the paper and handwriting told you something, as well as the words. * Rebecca Solnit "We're
> Piazza Dante, Napoli, 2014#dante750 [https://twitter.com/hashtag/dante750?src=hash] pic.twitter.com/KfgnfH37QL [http://t.co/KfgnfH37QL] — Beba Kron (@BebaKron) May 22, 2015 [https://twitter.com/BebaKron/status/601855183157600256] The
> ...though we sang in our (social media) chains like the sea. https://t.co/RHQ8XDyebH — Tim Carman (@timcarman) April 24, 2015 [https://twitter.com/timcarman/status/591640108064899072] Count me emphatically in the 6.
> Emily Dickinson's handwritten coconut cake recipe, 19th century. 📷Garrett Ziegler pic.twitter.com/YTe9EvUe0s [http://t.co/YTe9EvUe0s] — ✍ Bibliophilia (@Libroantiguo) April 6, 2015 [https://twitter.com/Libroantiguo/status/585019116110671873] I've visited The Emily
Whitman makes his case boldly and enthusiastically in the first three lines of Song of Myself > I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging