Look, I might as well start today’s lecture, with an appropriate action — an apology.
This apology is no ordinary apology. To liberally borrow from one of this century’s greatest poets, Shree Saddam Hussein, this is ‘the mother of all apologies’. In the sense that this apology covers the lack of subtlety and nuance in this writer’s prose as well as the absence of basic thought application, and fundamental interest, in what turns out to be, time and again, a completely futile effort.
This apology is, however, also to cover the writer’s disappearance from the face of the earth for the past few weeks.
