the fisherman
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2014.08.05
Ken's been catching fish left and right; at this pace he'll have caught more this week than I had by the age of forty.
twenty-seven years and one million words
Ken's been catching fish left and right; at this pace he'll have caught more this week than I had by the age of forty.
I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein's brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops.
—Steven J. Gould