This land from sea to be-gyred sea is as unlikely a domain for liberty as you are likely to find, except — to steal from Churchill — all the others. Look back in your family tree until you see them, those residents of all the others. With an oceanum between them and you. I harken back to the days when the term “harken” was regularly in use…due to the infernal influence of Lapham’s Quarterly on Facebook, which invariably drags me off into yonder eras. Today: Henry David Thoreau’s birthday. There’s a writer who would say, in so many words, “Harken!” but maybe not “yonder.” We did not harken to his vision too well it appears. I mean, not us, but all the others who came before. I wonder if he observed fatal gyres on the Pond?