Sublime

onerous

Susan Cornelia Clarke Warren,

It might be in the past, but the cord connecting with the present was pulsing and vital.

joy.

Varian Fry.

The Great War turned out to be the cataclysm that undid the Victorian world as Isabella and her generation had known it.

Here was his father’s parting gift: a galaxy of human lives hurtling toward his curiosity. From a distance they faded into uniformity, but they were moving, each propelled by a singular force that was inexhaustible. The collective. He was feeling the collective without any machinery at all. And its stories, infinite and particular, would be his to

And, despite her five-foot, three-inch