If you are, you won’t understand this post, wo why am writing to “you”?
*heh*
I had a chance to play “Doctor Bullshit” with a group of college students yesterday. First interesting thing: most of them were fairly bright. Second interesting thing: most of them were woefully subliterate.
One of the kids told me he was changing his major to English because he wants to be a writer. I cautioned against it. Almost all the good writers I know are experienced and expert in some field not influenced by English departments… the worst contemporary traitors, depoilers of the language. He further expressed some doubt about his future as a writer because “nobody reads anymore.” *heh*
He has a point. Today, while reading an Alfred Bester dystopian view of some unspecified future (written in 1975), I ran across this lil bit:
“We picked up a couple of girls who claimed they were coeds and might well have been; one of them could recite the alphabet all the way to L.” [emphasis added]
Indeed… not quite there—yet—but getting closer.
*sigh*