The Soul of Wit
When I look at the previous post and realize that I have to scroll down to see it all, even I don't want to read it. This is the Age of Video. Do I think I'm writing for Posterity? Even if Blogger doesn't close up shop and delete everything we've all written, Posterity will have lost the art of reading, so who am I trying to kid?
I'm too long-winded. There are too many revisions. The prose is prolix. I think I'm on the right track using pictures all the time (thus the gratuitous cheesecake above), but when I start writing I must strive for brevity. Discipline, Jones.
So that's all for tonight, except to say that my heart burns with hot, hot love for you all.