Livin’ in the Land of the Literary (and the Historical, and the Political, and the Financial)
So said Hester Prynne, and glanced her sad eyes downward at the scarlet letter. And, after many, many years, a new grave was delved, near an old and sunken one, in that burial-ground beside which King’s Chapel has since been built. It was near that old and sunken grave, yet with a space between, as… Read More Livin’ in the Land of the Literary (and the Historical, and the Political, and the Financial)