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120 What Are You Supposed to Do Anyway? Trying to know what to do is difficult enough, let alone knowing what to do anyway. I could take that at least two ways, maybe more. For example, I could take a walk, even a long walk and I would expect to walk through the woods or a field or a park or downtown. But what if I didn’t take a walk and instead just kept the walk to myself, kept it here amid all the indecision about where to take that walk? I might pop open a Coke, kick off my hiking boots, put on a smoking jacket, and pile up some Jane Austen and some Henry James, just pile them up. And then maybe I’d talk with you even though you are no longer here. It could be like that, or maybe it is like that. And at night the sky would be full of the same stars as the night before last. At least it seems that way. for John Bartley ...

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