Author Archives: Nic Vargus
The speaker is Death There was a merchant in Bagdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, Master, just now when I was in … Continue reading
“You won’t understand what I mean now, but someday you will: the only trick of friendship, I think, is to find people who are better than you are—not smarter, not cooler, but kinder, and more generous, and more forgiving—and then … Continue reading
Is it still good? Was it ever good? Is it worth reading again as an adult? These are the kinds of questions that are literally impossible to answer without reading my blog. Continue reading
From Indian Lakes. Bottom of the Hill, San Francisco.