It is an article of faith among my countrymen that it is lucky to have been born in our tiny mountain country of Liebenwelt. Not extraordinarily lucky, or even very lucky, but just precisely lucky enough. We are, you see, an extremely egalitarian society. We have taken great pains to remove the arbitrary chance of […]
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I imagine him sitting on a plush couch, or possibly standing, a newborn snuggling up against his shoulder. His eyes are closed, he is humming softly, unconsciously making endless tiny adjustments as the infant shifts. It’s 1970, and he doesn’t have a beard yet, though his sideburns lightly tickle the baby’s face. He makes little […]