Words ought to be a little wild for they are the assault of thoughts on the unthinking.
Words ought to be a little wild for they are the assault of thoughts on the unthinking.
The original is unfaithful to the translation.
We are, like Nebuchadnezzar, dethroned, bereft of reason, and eating grass like an ox.
My mother made me a scientist without ever intending to. Every other Jewish mother in Brooklyn would ask her child…