
Return of the Prodigal Son
The son kneels with his shorn head against his father's chest and the old man's hands come down on his back. Rembrandt painted it near death.

The son kneels with his shorn head against his father's chest and the old man's hands come down on his back. Rembrandt painted it near death.

You are already betting on whether God exists, Pascal says, since refusing to choose is a choice. Around that wager sit fragments on why no one can sit alone in a room.

Nine years of Restoration London set down every night in shorthand. Pepys watched the Great Fire from a boat and he was as frank about his own adulteries as about the plague.
Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are.