Monday, October 21, 2013
In Flux
The younger me was something of a believer in the need for precision in language. The older me still is, except for being rather more aware that such precision is illusory. Beware of anyone who demands we purify the dialect of the tribe. Muddying the waters is a lot more fun and keeps you in touch with the flow of it all.
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