One or two. It’s approaching two months into the baseball season, and I have not yet listened to a single game. Not one. And I haven’t read Mr. McEnroe, whose blog and articles were a seasoned and daily morning ritual, in well over a month. My enthusiasm for both baseball and Mr. McEnroe’s work remain undiminished. Perhaps I’ll listen to a game today. Meanwhile, there’s this. He’s right, again. How much easier, perhaps even comforting, would the inevitabilities in life be if we in the west were aware of, from childhood conceivably, something akin to the Eastern “floating world”?


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