The Art of Saying Nothing. Necro-Speak

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There’s a special kind of language that doesn’t tell you what’s happening—it tells you what to feel about it. It’s an art form, really. A performance where words pretend to inform but actually sedate. Bureaucrats, generals, and “information managers” have refined it into a linguistic ballet: graceful, bloodless, and utterly lethal to thought.

It’s called doublespeak. Or, in the more poetic tongues of the East, necro-speak—the language of the … Read the rest

The Finch And The Falconer

By Eric Le Roy

     

                         

"The world is a comedy for those who think, and a tragedy for those who feel” – Horace Walpole

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Only the Lonely” was the signature song of a guy named Roy Orbison, a star in the early rock’ n’ roll era. Orbison died in 1988 of a heart attack at the age of 52. Songs are full of lonely guys; they were back … Read the rest

The Psychology of Pessimism

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If the universe had a mood, it would be Monday. Entropy marches, coffee cools, batteries drain, and socks vanish into an event horizon behind the washing machine. Against this cosmic backdrop, optimism can feel like a form of bad arithmetic. Yet here we are—hairless apes who invented anesthesia and sourdough starters—still arguing about whether the glass is half full, half empty, or … Read the rest

Noon To Noir

By Eric Le Roy

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Content 18+ As we study history together, I often show documentary films to my students. When these films are about the distant past, there is a voice (or person-moderator) who walks us through the information, using whatever illustrations can be mustered. But as we get nearer to modern times the documentaries come to life: actual human action in black and white. From the late 19th … Read the rest

Who You Are And Who They Think You Are

By Eric Le Roy

.Content 18+ I remember working in a pub in Crawley, near Gatwick airport in London. Many years ago. I was by then probably in my early 30s. Yet, as they say, ‘everybody gets old, but you can stay immature forever.’ That would have been me back then.

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I had lived in Bath during the 1970s, returned to the US to do a Master’s degree Read the rest