Jansy Mello writes:
Thursday, May 27, 2010: A Typical Day for a Humanities Professor? Yes, Wampole — a doctoral student in French and Italian literature — is singing the scared thoughts of that Lolita, the 12-year-old who grows sexually involved with middle-aged Humbert Humbert in Vladimir Nabokov's 1955 novel." I'm not sure what any of this means and I don't want to know but clearly freedom of speech has gone too far. Where is Senator Joe McCarthy when we need him?
JM: Today I read about bombed humanitarian ships and a few days ago about Noam Chomsky's plights, among all sorts of crime and punishments. Now I got to Sandy Klein's forwarded URL... I was reminded of Chesterton's conclusion that "the best way to hide a leaf is in the forest" because, nowadays, the best hiding places seem to be world-news headlines, everything glaring and shouting for us to hear and notice (in vain?).
The banana-fishy blogger smuggly calling in his "Shadows" has scared the wits out of me. And he is merely one in a trend which re-creates new Padukgrads all over, with no particular nationality and their passport is not talent but omnipotence and prejudice.
David Rollins writes:
"With his white linen jacket and Roger Daltry mane, Harrison � chairman of Stanford's Department of French and Italian � is the very picture of a patrician rocker."
He's like the poor man's Woody Allen (who plays the early jazz "tiddlywink" music, as called by my other favourite Russian author,�Alisa Zinov'yevna Rosenbaum).
David Rollins