Punch
Two simple words, charged now for some of us with sad and infinite memories. It is not the death of the Professor, nor of the soldier, nor of the politician--nor even of the poet or the essayist--that causes the heart-ache that we feel. It is the loss of that rare, charming, w...
Two simple words, charged now for some of us with sad and infinite memories. It is not the death of the Professor, nor of the soldier, nor of the politician--nor even of the poe...
2. Part 2Will Watson, of the still unanchored art; What random gust, what overwhelming sea Has riven you apart From us, and from the flagship of the free? You whose rich phrase, and vibr...