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A theatre stage with empty red seats.

Opinion

Sunday Essay: What Live Performance Still Does That Recordings Cannot

A craftsperson working at a wooden bench with hand tools.

Opinion

Sunday Essay: The Quiet Persistence of Things Made by Hand

An audio recording studio.

Opinion

Sunday Essay: How the Opinion Section Has Adapted Across Formats

A solitary figure walking on a path through woodland in early morning fog.

Opinion

Sunday Essay: How We Lost the Long Arc of Public Attention

A neighbourhood street at dusk with city lights.

Opinion

Sunday Essay: The Slow Renewal of Civic Practice in Mid-Sized Cities

A quiet morning kitchen with sunlight through a window.

Opinion

Sunday Essay: In Praise of the Quiet Things That Hold Lives Together

A stack of older books with worn spines on a wooden table.

Arts

Sunday Essay: What the Bestseller List Has Always Been For

A book open on a wooden table beside a window with afternoon light.

Arts

Sunday Essay: What Sustained Reading Does to a Mind

An old stone civic building seen across a square at dawn.

Opinion

Sunday Essay: The Quiet Work of Rebuilding Institutional Trust

An old typewriter on a wooden desk with worn pages of writing.

Opinion

Sunday Essay: What We Lose When Public Language Loses Its Specificity

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