Wilson

I am currently reading Stefan Collini's Common Reading, and in an essay on Edmund Wilson I came across a lovely line. In later life, Wilson was holed up in the family home on Cape Cod, "blinds drawn against the light, Scotch opened against the dark." I would love to come up with lines like that.

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