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Sort of managed to calm down from yesterday's apoplexy. Which is a win of a kind. I didn't break any obvious blood-vessels; I have not run amok through the neighbourhood screaming at the top of my voice; I haven't as yet menaced anyone for not being in possession of the relevent facts.

I mean, I don't expect too much from folk: not everyone will ever know who Wittgenstein was or what his views on things were - but not to know whether Winston Churchill was a fictional character or not was just a step too far for me to take lying down.* 

I do wonder sometimes whether we deserve to be part of the dominant culture on the face of the planet?

I do know that many English speaking people don't appear to be worthy of using the language of Shakespeare: perhaps we should leave it to the people who care about it a trifle more like the French and the Germans.


Gods, I'm full of it at the moment.


*Almost a perfect 'Colemanball'.