Harry Hope's Saloon

This blog takes it's name from the setting for O'Neill's The Iceman Cometh -- a lousy gin-mill; a smoked-out, greasy dive where the habitues have all landed, it seems, permanently. Their lives, in each case, are paralyzed by fear and laziness. Like my own.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005


Perhaps so those few of us can, by comparison, more deeply appreciate this, which I feel particularly blessed to have come across quite accidentally.


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