When I was growing up as one of four boys, we thought of ourselves as Dumas’s musketeers. We have now lost one of our number.
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When You’re Sick, Call the Musketeers
I seldom get sick but, when I do, I become a wimp. Generally my illnesses take the form of stabbing sinus pain, and I retreat into a cocoon of misery and imagine myself about to die. As is appropriate for my melodramatic self pity, my mind invariably fixates upon a literary scene composed during France’s […]
