2017-12-03

The Strange Persistence of First Languages December 03, 2017 at 10:57AM



Several years ago, my father died as he had done most things throughout his life: without preparation and without consulting anyone. He simply went to bed one night, yielded his brain to a monstrous blood clot, and was found the next morning lying amidst the sheets like his own stone monument.

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