The NYPD beekeeper vacuums up a swarm of bees on a hot dog stand in Times Square.
The Dead Toreador, by Édouard Manet, c. 1864. National Gallery of Art, Washington, DC.
Volume VI, Number 4 | fall 2013
On June 4, 1827, Hector Berlioz wrote to his sister Nancy about James Fenimore Cooper’s recently published novel The Prairie, in which the protagonist of Cooper’s Leatherstocking series, Natty Bumppo, is killed off. “I devoured it straight off,” Berlioz stated. “I reached the end at seven in the evening, and was still at the foot of one of the columns of the Pantheon in tears at eleven o’ clock!”
The dead are often just as living to us as the living are, only we cannot get them to believe it. They can come to us, but till we die we cannot go to them. To be dead is to be unable to understand that one is alive.—Samuel Butler, c. 1888
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