There was a passage in The Last of the Mohicans that stayed with me in how profound and solemn and almost transcendent it was. The young Mohican Uncas, upon observing the Munro sisters shed tears of joy after a harrowing escape, is moved by this display of emotion he has never seen before. He is…
I was at an island for the morning last Friday, and enjoyed it. It was a little oval piece of land in the river, overgrown with ferns. Despite being very near the shore of the mainland, the island still felt like it was happenstance, if you know what I mean. Little, unknown, anonymous. Unimportant, but…
Veronika Decides to Die toys with the two main ideas of vitriol and insanity, two abstract things which, according to Dr. Igor of Villete, warp the human soul. One is the poison, the other the symptom. Stepping deeper into Villete, the mental hospital, we learn that both are derived from fear, the foundation of panic…