Perhaps this is particularly resonant for me because yesterday I walked past a bakery in Somerville that had recently been condemned (w/ capitalized "DANGER"); there was a large grayish-white cake (wedding-cake, perhaps?) by the window that had stopped keeping up appearances and was beginning to slump... if the world were made for one like a cake that would be the cake!
I have published four novels and four books of literary criticism; I'm currently at work on a book called FOR THE LOVE OF BROKEN THINGS: MY FATHER, EDWARD GIBBON AND THE RUINS OF ROME. I teach in the Department of English and Comparative Literature at Columbia University.
Perhaps this is particularly resonant for me because yesterday I walked past a bakery in Somerville that had recently been condemned (w/ capitalized "DANGER"); there was a large grayish-white cake (wedding-cake, perhaps?) by the window that had stopped keeping up appearances and was beginning to slump... if the world were made for one like a cake that would be the cake!
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