I hereby declare Monday, April 28th to be Post Like Glenn Reynolds Day. Why would I inflict such horrors upon you? Why would I force myself and encourage others to condense everything into a single sentence and a judgmental exhalation?
- Lack of time to read people I dearly love to read.
- Profound wonder what happens to thought when you carve it up like that.
I'm serious about the third reason up there. I don't think disjointedly. Digressiveness is a disease, certainly, but my digressions tend to epic irrelevance.* I never stop thinking about something seconds after I've started. Granted, my conclusions range from the painfully obvious to the shockingly mundane more often than not, but my stupidity is hard-scrabbled.
Tomorrow I'll discover whether Glenn Reynolds has found an easier path to rank folly. The results should speak for themselves. The rules are simple:
- Posts must consist of no more than three sentences.
- The first and second sentences must be descriptive.
- Their should approximate what the willfully naive mistake for objectivity.
- The topic should be indicated
- The third sentence must be evasively judgmental and no longer than two words.
- These words must ooze pomposity even if they consist of nothing more intellectual than the ambiguous grunt of a sheepish atavism.
Should any of you care to inflict my experiment upon yourself, send me a line and I'll collect your dread menagerie in a post tomorrow evening.
*Does the Wharton chapter really benefit from a prolonged discussion of John Payne Collier’s 1835 New Facts Regarding the Life of Shakespeare in a Letter to Thomas Amyot, Esq. F.R.S. Treasurer of the Society of Antiquaries?