OK--this is boring. I started this blog as an electronic version of my handwritten diary. But the entries are boring. It's of course a lot harder to write by hand than to type--but it is also more satisfying and more virtuous. But here, in the blog, I will no longer stick to my handwritten diary. But I'll still keep a handwritten diary. There's an art to writing a diary or journal, as I've learned reading Pepys's diary and Emerson's journals. I'm still learning it. This week I've focused on studying French. I'm determined to learn to read it fluently. And I can get there--soon. Probably in a month, if I keep at it. One of my favorite books is a book written in the 1960s called The Art of Literary Research , by Robert Altick. I like the world and apparatus of the scholar that the book conjures up, a world of slips and typewriters and printed bibliographies. In his chapter on note-taking, Altick makes a big deal about "slips" versu...
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