Classic works often advertise their lofty ambitions in their first sentence: “Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.” “Arms, and the man I sing, who, forc’d by fate, | And haughty Juno’s unrelenting hate, | […]
When it come to thinking, I can’t think of anything that I find more discouraging than how public discussion degrades it. Let me give an example. In the last decade or so, a rather interesting term has become widely used: micro-aggressions. I have no idea where and when I first encountered it, mostly because it
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