For a while I didn't know what to call this; maybe
I'm still not sure. It's not a diary. It's not a blog. It's not a column.
Words, ideas, images worth keeping. Stories that might not have happened,
but are true nonetheless. In any case, here's some stuff I like. Perhaps
you'll like it, too.
My friend Donna found this; we'd been talking about Nicholson Baker's new book about the Second World War, Human Smoke. This is Holland House Library, London, 1940.