Newspapers and television carry tales of lottery wins and fairytale romances, terrorist atrocities or gruesome assaults by strangers.
None of these stories reflect everyday life
All of them are viscerally memorable and seem to take place in our living rooms.
In the original “Republic”—the one by Plato—a distinction is made between dialectic and eristic. The former is argument made in good faith, with the goal of apprehending the truth; the latter is argument as performance, with the goal of tearing down one’s opponent.
I come from an era when a phone call at an odd hour usually meant bad news, two rings once home was often all that was needed if at all and when far away a postcard at some point was the acceptable protocol, an oddly quaint concept in the current omni-contactability heavy-flow chatterglut world.
Cycling With Baggage, April 19, 2017, at 10:27 AM
Seems like Jo and I grew up in a similar age, just continents apart 🙂