




The prime-time address delivered, he basks in the response — then storms out of the parley when the enemy captains swear they will never fund the Wall. Late in the long siege he stops to confide two words to his diary that read like its whole loneliness, then turns back to the faithful and the old cry to steady himself. And in a rare quiet hour he looks out over the snow-filled lawns and lets himself simply love the special place he is besieged in.
Readers' Corner
Letters from the readership on Week 187. Pick a pen name — no account needed.
Opening the mailbag…