The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

W. Mark Felt Dead at 95

W. Mark Felt, Former Associate Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation . . . and a self-described 'Hoover Man' at a time when the term stood for something admirable, if only within the bureau itself . . . no longer walks among us, having passed away at the age of 95.

He had a secret, a big one, that will go unmentioned here.

In its stead (appropriately enough), here is a look back at the life and times of a for-real, honest-to-god G-Man, courtesy of today's Washington Post.


Timmy said...

I wanna know the big secret! Post it here & I promise I won't tell his grandkids...

Tom Sutpen said...

Are you kiddin'? They're the ones who blabbed it to the world.