Melville knew about Bartleby, and about whales, and he dove into his memories to write great, lingering sentences. But his words are just a single boat in a great sea of language. Browsing those archives, I find myself in my own boat, breaking down time into vectors, trying to navigate through human experience. Literature is more than the canon, just as the city is more than its skyscrapers.
Part of the great writing at Ftrain. I’ve said it before but also browse through the site (and the recent redesign) to discover all the nifty techie gadgets he uses to build a great place.