The other day I read an account of a Professor stopped for questioning by the police. By the time I’d finished reading his account, I was weeping–out of frustration, helplessness, but mostly out of plain sorrow. The kind of exhausted sorrow that sits on your chest like a hippopotamus with nowhere to go. I’m all out…
Tag: apologies
Words
This post started off as something very different than how it shall end. It started with the dictionary I keep on my desk, a big old heavy Oxford with 1000 + pages of words. Which got me to wondering when the last time I used a physical dictionary as opposed to an online dictionary was….
