Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour Wallace Stevens Light the first light of evening, as in a room In which we rest and, for small reason, think The world imagined is the ultimate good. This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous. It is in that thought that we collect ourselves, Out of all the indifferences, into […]
Stephen Hawking’s New Clothes?
It’s a superficial bore when people take strikingly deviant positions on a subject for the obvious purpose of being controversial, suggesting some intellectual flare, and drawing attention. That is not my impression of Philip Ball in Prospect, in his The Hawking Delusion. And it is, on the other hand, always a refreshment to read someone […]