Under New Management

A Message from Anna Phylaxis, Mistress of the Dimly Lit

Yesterday, while enjoying a stroll through a bucolic meadow, my best friend forever Calliope Avatar fell prey to an overdose of sunshine and rainbows. While she recovers from that dreadful malady, I have agreed to ‘hold down the fort’ at her little media empire. (I almost wrote ‘keep the wolves from the door’. But then I remembered my many friendships with creatures of the lupine persuasion.)

As you might expect, my seizure of power purely temporary supervision of this little newsletter will result in a number of changes. For one thing, it will, henceforth and, indeed, forever, go by the name of Extra Vivos. For another, we have adopted a new mission statement. Where Extra Muros helped readers to provide themselves with a first-class liberal education “beyond the walls” of our dying universities, Extra Vivos will help readers savor the sounds of long forgotten languages, revel the rhymes of poets long dead, and delight in all things delivered by the dead hand of the past.

With that in mind, I invite you, Sweet Mortals, to join me in the moonlit meadow and dance among the poppies … to the music of the Children of the Night.