The café in the village square was once a well-known haunt of agitators who, in my youth, scribbled polemics on the backs of menus. They were mopped up pretty much after the General came to power. You still see a few of them floating around: humming melodies in the rose garden for loose change. The more daring ones (sons of Ty and Julie) still give music lessons if there’s a safe-house, properly sound-proofed, on the coastal road...
“Sometimes I have wondered what were the earliest poems to delight me. One of them must have been The Dying Swan, by Tennyson.”
A preliminary study comparing the consistency of ratings by PolitiFact and The Washington Post's Fact Checker had a promising approach but a misleading conclusion. The key finding, that "14 out of 70 statements (20 percent) received two completely opposite ratings from the fact-checkers" led to a smattering of snarky — and unsubstantiated — headlines. Read the report on Poynter
Memories of the compulsory (Humanity Lessons in ) Czechoslovak army and Latitude days stirred:
Exclusive: 'They pissed in my bed' — vicious hazing at elite St Pauls College exposed
After the “Midcentury Misogynists,” male American writers tended to avoid writing about sex, lest they be seen, like Updike, as “a p****** with a thesaurus” Bohemian KloKans