I love how you raise and then, as quickly, bash the heart racing drama by conceding that it might be false. To imagine being more appalled that Hutchinson’s account might be untrue than from the indisputable horrid surrounding it. You made me find some irony about lying -- how the worst of it somehow still reflects greater truth than our boatloads of facts.
I do have one profound and lingering linguistic fear from the Hutchinson story. It will likely destroy my life long love affair with one of my favorite words and body parts of all times: the clavicle.
Brilliant! What a wonderful essay!
I love how you raise and then, as quickly, bash the heart racing drama by conceding that it might be false. To imagine being more appalled that Hutchinson’s account might be untrue than from the indisputable horrid surrounding it. You made me find some irony about lying -- how the worst of it somehow still reflects greater truth than our boatloads of facts.
I do have one profound and lingering linguistic fear from the Hutchinson story. It will likely destroy my life long love affair with one of my favorite words and body parts of all times: the clavicle.