No real infidels.
Long ago, Facebook had a little space for a quip below your profile picture. I had a quotation from an August 1888 letter by Vincent van Gogh. 124 years ago, maybe exactly!
It seems a decent way to inaugurate a blog that will be letter-like, highly attributional, and sometimes sentimental, though hopefully more truthful than not:
If you are well you must be able to to live on a bit of bread while you are working all day, and have enough strength to smoke and drink your whack at night, that’s a necessary part of the thing. And all the same to feel the stars and the infinite high and clear above you. Then life is after all almost enchanted. Oh! those who don’t believe in this sun here are real infidels.
The Letters of Vincent van Gogh, ed. Mark Roskill