A catalog of the stuff in my apartment
There are those who seem to have boundless confidence in the greatness of their home states. Such people usually come from Texas or California. The unhesitating state pride strikes me as unearned in one of those cases, but I’m too polite to get specific. I come from Arkansas, which inspires more complicated feelings, especially in […]
Virgil can supposedly tell you the future. You just open the poet’s works at random, point a finger, and voilà. There’s your fortune. Several years ago, I attempted this method of divination—known as the Virgilian lottery or the Sortes Virgilianae if you want to get insufferable about it—and landed on one of the passages in […]
Indirect Objects 