"This time-defying preservation of selves,
this dream of plenitude without loss,
is like a snow globe from heaven,
a vision of Eden before the expulsion.
Mathematically demonstrable
but emotionally impossible,
it’s dangled just in front of us
like a bauble we can’t have
but can’t stop reaching for."
— Judith Shulevitz on Siri Hustvedt in
The New York Times Sunday Book Review
of March 31, 2019, under the headline
"The Time of Her Life."
A different self-symbolizing bauble appeared in this journal on that Sunday.
A line for Letterman — "Bauble, Babel. Babel, Bauble."
