To Emily Dickinson, little besides love, human and divine, was worth writing about, and often the two seemed to fuse.

A review of J.D. Salinger’s “The Catcher in the Rye”

Concerns about who among us is and is not “a Communist” tend to rest on the assumption that all Russians are our enemies. But in the realm of the spirit, there is a moral life being led under the noses of the Soviet regime—and despite anything the regime may do to stop it.