Friday, January 05, 2018


An Imperfect Correspondent

Jonathan Williams, A Palpable Elysium: Portraits of Genius and Solitude (Boston: David R. Godine, 2002) p. 36 (on Erik Satie):
When Milhaud and (I think) Poulenc went to his rooms after his death, the most wonderful thing under the bed was all of his correspondence. He had opened not one letter in 25 years.
Si parva licet componere magnis, I open and read emails sent to me, but I'm lazy, and more often than not, I don't reply. Sorry.

Hat tip: Eric Thomson.

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