Loyal reader Mandeep Gill points out that I wrote "prevarication" when I clearly meant "equivocation" in the consciousness post. It's now corrected. Very annoying, as I do like to use words to mean what they're supposed to mean. I think I have a pretty good track record with "begging the question." While I have your attention, fellow loyal reader Richard O'Connell points us to a poem relevant to that post: Robert Browning's Caliban upon Setebos. It begins:
'Will sprawl, now that the heat of day is best, Flat on his belly in the pit's much mire, With elbows wide, fists clenched to prop his chin. And, while he kicks both feet in the cool slush, And feels about his spine small eft-things course, Run in and out each arm, and make him laugh:
There's a lot more. Also! Flip Tanedo points out that Brian Hill's transcription of Sidney Coleman's lectures ...
