Since I had recently admitted to the many readers of this blog (ha ha) that I recognize myself as being a dunderhead, I was not surprised that my immediate reaction after reading that sentence was: "Huh."
I had no idea what I had just read, so I re-read the sentence...but still knew not what I had read.
After a third fruitless perusal, I abandoned any further attempt. Some readers would probably pursue the matter, studying and contemplating and applying much extended mental exertion to puzzling out the author's intended meaning.
Not I.
And I vowed again to do my best to always compose simple, direct, and understandable sentences and paragraphs in my future writings. So that particular complicatedly-composed sentence did prove itself to be of some value to me.
For, you see, writing (in my opinion) should be an effective form of communication, a method of passing one's individual instructions, ideas, or concepts from the writer to the reader. Not a celebration of the writer.
What is gained by disguising or otherwise concealing the intended meaning of a communication? The creation of Art?
Okay . . .
Here is a recently discovered, long-forgotten picture that brings back some achingly personal memories.

Dear Gene,
ReplyDeleteThe gorgeous sight of Jackie Curtis is one of the few that induces me to say aloud "My God!" So perhaps a "Higher Power" exists. Jackie says more with her smile than Judith Butler could ever say with convoluted words.
AVT