But disorderliness does not mean that the essays and the volume as a whole have no continuity or coherence. As an index would have shown (alas, there is none, but more on this absence later), names and topics recur throughout Melodies...
These evening hours of blank heat I feel utterly alone, until the air ripples a bit and I think of everyone luxuriating in its gift at once, like a congregation. I live, after all,
