What I’ve been reading this week in the moments I haven’t been devouring The House of Mirth:
// “We built these machines. The others that existed, they screamed, got hot and went 94 miles per hour. I don’t live my life that way, and I don’t want my food that way.”
// Some like it black. And presumably, those same some’s like to clean their floors a lot.
// I like watercolors any way I can get them.
// “We are, in essence, only 10 percent human. The rest is microbe.”
// Could this alleviate some email guilt?
