The Rearranged Roads Of The Past

          

By Eric Le Roy

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Content 18+ Artem’s recent discourse on ‘Traditional Values’ is annoyingly accurate in many ways. So why ‘annoyingly’? I think it is because – although Artem throws a few alms in the direction of ‘tradition’ toward the end, the article, faithful to the author’s proclivity, remains top heavy in the direction of the political and perhaps just a tad neglectful in its allowances for the psychological … Read the rest

American Greatness: Real Or Imaginary?

By Eric Le Roy

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Content 18+ I have never been much of a fan of ‘patriotism’. In fact, I believe it was Ralph Waldo Emerson who declared that “patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.” What he meant was that no matter how much of a rapscallion or rotten sod a geezer is, he can always redeem himself by exalting the flawless and everlasting greatness of … Read the rest

A Bird With Two Songs

By Emily

Content 12+ According to the Christian Bible, an edifice called “The Tower of Babel” was erected by God to make a whole bunch of different languages. The idea apparently held by the suspicious ‘Lord’ was that if everybody spoke the same language, it would make it easier for them to disobey Him and Rebel against his commands. But, He reasoned sagely, if they couldn’t understand each other, then … Read the rest

The Opera Of Language: A Stuttering Soliloquy

By Eric Le Roy

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.Bruegel’s ‘Tower of Babel’

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Content 18+ My Budapest-based friend and colleague Artem (I refer to him so much you might think he is just my alter-ego or imaginary friend like a teddy bear or ghost in the forest) shared the following information with me recently:

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My gym trainer told me that English is a language of idiots as it is very Read the rest

The Journey of an Expat: Finding Home When You’re Never Truly Home

Content 12+ It’s an unusual life we lead, those of us who’ve left our countries not by choice, but by a quiet compulsion, a sense of necessity—a feeling that there’s no longer a place for us where we started. Some might say we live in self-imposed exile, but I’d call it something else. I’d call it seeking. Not in the wandering way of a lost soul, but with a kind … Read the rest