THE PERENNIAL CITY The truth about a city can’t be gauged from the lines on a street map. And yet how can the idea of Prague exist, except as a kind of diagram of itself, the fractured geometry of an alchemist’s necronomicon, the figura mentis, figura intellectus, figura amoris… May 1945. Edvard Beneš, the man … Continue reading →
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