Prompted by Book VIII of the Iliad, this Conversations essay asks where human excellence reaches its limits—and whether we have come to expect too much of it.
The Place of Human Excellence Read Post »
After weeks of storms and power cuts, the morning finally exhaled. Standing outside before dawn, I understood why Homer imagined Dawn with rosy fingers and a saffron robe—not to explain the world, but to describe what it feels like to live inside it.
They Called Her Dawn Read Post »
A reflection on Diomedes in Book V of The Iliad, and the danger of believing true things about ourselves too completely.
When the Evidence Is True Read Post »
