A myth is the name of a terrible lie told by a smelly little brown person to a man in a white suit with a pair of binoculars.
I am quite unsatisfied by the distinctions between the oral and literate.
I learned enough Hebrew to stagger through a meaningless ceremony that I scarcely remember.
I've always had a strong feeling for the Statue of Liberty, because it became the statue of my personal liberty.
I can manage a prose format as long as I keep closer to Laurence Sterne than to Henry James.
I'm not sure what theory is, unless it's the pursuit of fundamental questions.