I’m sorry I took so long to respond to your response to my response to… Perhaps I got stuck in the infinite regress, or more likely I was gobsmacked by the first instance in my life I may have persuaded someone about something, and had to go lie down in a dark room and stare at the ceiling tiles, feeling ambivalent about it.

Go on then, have your SJW, but with the new, soft underbelly. If I can poke it with a sharp stick, and it yelps, I know it’s alive, at least, and a little vulnerable. Where empathy begins, there starts the solution to just about every human ill.

I have thoroughly enjoyed our exchange, as well. Every online discussion that doesn’t devolve into a bunch of maniacs shrieking obscenities is like a day in the country with a hamper from Harrods, in my world.

In fact, I would say it was like playing tennis with someone who can play tennis, even though I don’t play tennis. I bet that’s a compliment you don’t get every day!

If you get to the pub first — mine’s a Stella.

Cheers,

DR