[ by Charles Cameron — attempting to keep the self-eating serpents in one pen, so they don’t get tangled in your hair and eyes ]
From Aneurism, a brilliant long-form essay by neurosurgeon Henry Marsh, from his book Do No Harm, and presented in Slightly More Than 100 Exceptional Works of Journalism:
Are the thoughts that I am thinking as I look at this solid lump of fatty protein covered in blood vessels really made out of the same stuff? And the answer always comes back–they are–and the thought itself is too crazy, too incomprehensible, and I get on with the operation.
From Political Tracts of Wordsworth, Coleridge and Shelley via PR Beckman:
The purpose of the historian, to Coleridge, is the same as that of the poet : to convert a series of events, which constitute the straight-line of real or imagined history, into a whole, so that the series shall assume to our understanding “a circular motion — the snake with its tail in its mouth.”
Here’s one more:
Apparently, Donald Trump Jr’s version of the Prisoner’s Dilemma involves defecting from yourself.
— Emma Ashford (@EmmaMAshford) July 11, 2017
And this I can’t resist — there’s hope for humankind!
Our D.C. office building got a security robot. It drowned itself.
We were promised flying cars, instead we got suicidal robots. pic.twitter.com/rGLTAWZMjn
— Bilal Farooqui (@bilalfarooqui) July 17, 2017
There will no doubt be others, which I’ll drop into the comment section. So you don’t need to be troubled by a new post every time I see one.