blame my love for the ironic but i thought there was no better way to open this blog.
'Theres something in the grammar and structure of the English language that lets people down gently. As Paul Scott wrote, it's an ambiguous language: there's plenty of room for deception and dissembling, even comfort, if that's what's called for; if that's what the speaker has in mind. It's the natural language of any peace treaty because it so encourages a sense of vae victus, woe to the defeated, without ever seeming to.' [Tia Wallman, "We Went to Saigon"]
ah, the ambiguous comfort of the internet. where would any of us be without it.
probably outside.
