City Entertainments

Last Thursday, or maybe it was last April, I heard this tall, City person dramatically hurl the challenge for anyone to refute his contention that, “The prime, single source of all intellectual error is in the mis-naming-of-things.”  And although I didn’t bother to do so, I could have replied, “Oh yeah, how about the NAMING of things.  Hmmm?”

Books have been called many fine and poetic names, such as, “Windows of the world,” “Men’s mental genealogy,” and “Lighthouses in time,” yet never called what they are: packets of freeze-dried info.

You know he’s becoming serious when an enlistee begins to ask, “When do I get to take The Oath?”

One death = murder
A million = TRIUMPH!

The more I think about it, the more I believe YOU should think about it: Which is the ultimate City entertainment, anticipation or guilt?

And from yet another view (number 726, I believe), this Revolutionary activity could be seen as the private struggle to keep your ever blooming speech from strangling your understanding.

J.