My bookshelves are crowded, and I sometimes think about off-loading, purging, thinking in passing “well, I’ll never read that again.” Then I wake up, slap myself briskly, and realize that in a sense my books are the architecture of the house my mind lives in. Each one...
There are some had-been-going-moribund terms reappearing in our daily discourse over the last few years. Grifter. Shyster. Flim-flam man. There is wide public use; there are obvious public examples. Plural. Yet, somehow, these terms seem too small for the present...
