A beam of light

 

 

“Looking at that blank paper continually dropping, dropping, dropping, my mind ran on in wonderings of those strange uses to which those thousand sheets eventually would be put. All sorts of writings would be writ on those now vacant things – sermons, lawyers’ briefs, physicians’ prescriptions, love-letters, marriage certificates, bills of divorce, registers of births, death-warrants, and so on, without end. Then, recurring back to them as they here lay all blank, I could not but bethink me of that celebrated comparison of John Locke, who, in demonstration of his theory that man had no innate ideas, compared the human mind at birth to a sheet of blank paper; something destined to be scribbled on, but what sort of characters no soul might tell.” (H.M., The Paradise of Bachelors and the Tartarus of Maids, 1855)

The author at the graveside of the “big white male” and his next of kin. Woodlawn Cemetery in Bronx. (Pic by Marius Mittag)

 

 

 

 

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