My sister-in-law once had a cat named Harry. Harry was a prize Persian, belonging to her landlady, a cat breeder. Harry had an impeccable pedigree—one of those cats with a name like a latter day member of the house of Windsor. He was owlish and majestic, with unnerving yellow eyes and intimidating tufts of fur. His conduct, however, was neurotic in the extreme. Harry was supposed to be a stud but was unable to complete the act, hiding under the bed whenever he was put in the room with one of the female cats. The end of a noble line. I joked that we should have called him J. Alfred Purfrock.
I think the thing that has made me a better scholar is learning how to write for a non-academic audience. I fully credit Substack for a good bit of that process.
I think the thing that has made me a better scholar is learning how to write for a non-academic audience. I fully credit Substack for a good bit of that process.