The (Sad) Life Of Julia

And: Leibowitz forgets; summoning demons; the Desert Fathers; stopping invaders

The other day I posted a short item about the woman above, whose name, I now learn, is Julia Mazur. I was hostile to her, because she adopts a snide tone about how great her single life is — that she doesn’t have to chase kids around, that she can sleep in, go eat shakshuka, and so forth. What’s so galling about it is that Julia doesn’t know what she do…