Since the knee surgery of two weeks ago, I have been living in a fog of discomfort and confusion through which, occasionally, a dim light shines with enough brightness to permit me to revise a few pages or post something I have rewritten. I on’t feel terribly guilty about my sloth, but I have decided to share my tedium with others,
The gentle reader would be rightly shocked if, after last week’s dramatic personal appeal in this space, his unruly correspondent changed tack and let fly with something about Russian shenanigans in West Africa.
Things continue to unravel at the Southern Baptist Convention (Hold your applause until the end, please).
The foreign policy crowd is in a tizzy over China threatening Taiwan. If Beijing invades, should we go to war to defend Taipei? I don’t think a war is going to happen.
The episode when McGoohan was off filming a movie and needed a stand-in…literally!
Jerks come in every imaginable age, size, sex, and type, but they all share one common quality: They have absolutely no manners,
From Aeneid Book Four, where Fama–Rumor–spreads truth and lies about Dido’s dalliance with Aeneas.
The one figure who defines modern thought is Aristotle, not of course because modern thinkers have followed him, but because since Galileo and Descartes and Bacon, scientists and philosophers have defined themselves by their opposition to Aristotle
Willie Smith III was executed today in Alabama for the brutal and capricious murder of a woman he had kidnapped from an ATM. The usual critics of the death penalty have not been silent in their opposition to Smith’s execution.
In honor of the upcoming celebration of the Eve of All Saints, I offer these eery poems by Walter De La Mare.
