Hildegarde

I don’t know.  I’m all distracted today, or at any rate Im not thinking about good and evil and censorship.  Maybe it’s because I had to send out tax stuff, or just that I’m really stoked on caffeine, which happens.  And I’ve been reading The House of the Seven Gables, for the first time in a really long time.  I didn’t concentrate on American fiction when I was in gradaute school, but I’ve been more and more interested in it, and especially in that segment of it just before and around the Civil War, recently.

I think it does me good to remember that there was a time when classical learning was considered a plus for just about anybody in this country, when men and women without the benefit of much in the way of education went out of their way to teach themselves.

Or maybe I’m just depressed about the election again.  I’ve begun to feel very sorry for John McCain.  For better or worse, the mere fact of Obama in this race has meant that the real nutcases have come out of the woodwork and a lot of them seem to end up at McCain and Palin rallies, declaring Obama to be an Arab and screaming that somebody ought to kill them.  McCain looks pained and sometimes even intervenes when that stuff happens, but it isn’t going to start happening.

Whatever.  The last debate is tonight, the actual election is in less than three weeks. 

I promise to go back to thinking about sex and the single censor tomorrow.