Uncertain Leadership in Perilous Times Paris is different, but the president can’t seem to change.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes— The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs— In the days after Paris Emily Dickinson’s poem kept ringing through my mind as I tried to figure out what I felt—and, surprisingly, didn’t feel. I did not, as the facts emerged and the story took its full size, feel surprised. Nor […]