So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves.--Romeo and Juliet, 5.3.5-6
My essential argument, with which most of you would disagree, is that perspicacity should triumph over civility, not so much for trolling as an inherent value in itself, but for the sake of veracity. I certainly respect the way Maher has made a career out of it, and agree with him most of the time, when I spare myself the leisure of paying attention to his routine; it's been a long dry season, as far as that goes, though he would probably be puzzled at my defense of Roman Catholicism despite my lack of parish involvement and my soft atheism. I am having a terrible craving for soda or juice and hate the former. Vending machine in the laundry room but the guard no doubt put it on report if I requested access (sigh). Few things I have been neglecting with Arlington Road, Brazil, which I should make an effort to conclude-- but black ire doesn't concern me all that much. I live among you and want nothing more than to flee from the wonders of the African American codex, qualifying that with the caution that there are discriminations not yet explored in that assertion.
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