The Accidental Tourist
So I’m crossing a bridge, to get from A to B, and suddenly I’m on a film set. No, let’s correct that: I’m on a rolling series of film sets. This is what happens on a brisk… Read More
So I’m crossing a bridge, to get from A to B, and suddenly I’m on a film set. No, let’s correct that: I’m on a rolling series of film sets. This is what happens on a brisk… Read More
Following a comment made about my last post; namely Tom Gething’s remark that not getting it is essentially another way of getting it, I am reminded of the pragmatic consequences of not getting it, in relation to… Read More
Curiosity can sometimes be more satisfying, more enhancing, than the mere consolation of achievement. A while ago I wrote here on Kafka’s claim that in spite of knowing how to swim, he had not forgotten what it… Read More