I somehow missed reading Umberto Eco’s The Name of the Rose in the years when it was so wildly popular, but I’m reading it now and enjoying the hell out of it (to put it eschatologically). Here are a couple of brief passages from the book that found their way into my notebook this week: In those dark times a wise man had to believe things that were in contradiction among themselves. * As an ancient proverb says, three fingers hold the pen, but the whole body works. And aches. Those were the scant pickin’s this week.Read More