Dear Reader, I spent the first half of the week in Valparaiso, Indiana talking about loneliness, and the second half of the week finishing up The Collected Poems of Hannah Arendt in New York. In editing, Genese Grill and I tracked down a reference to this Hölderlin poem that appears in one of Arendt’s line:
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