I am trying to dominate the Kindle that Gretchen gave me for my birthday. (Oh, all right. It was my 79th. Incidentally, you know you’re getting old when your kids start getting mail from the AARP.)
In the course of my struggles I came across a collection of very bad short-short stories by A. Conan Doyle. It was a relief to find that he had his off days, too. Back to the point, though.
One of the stories was called The Leather Funnel, after an instrument used in the time of Louis XIV of France to administer “the torture of the water, the ‘extraordinary question,’ as it was called in the genial days of the Roi Soleil.” In the genial days of George W. Bush and his adviser on matters of morality, Dick Cheney, it was called “harsh interrogation.”
Back once more to the point. One of Doyle’s characters describes another this way: “His knowledge was greater than his wisdom, and his powers were far superior to his character.” It occurred to me that these words would go very well on Henry Kissinger’s tombstone. Also on Cheney’s, except for the knowledge part.
Or do I ramble? Hey, cut me a little slack, will you? I’m 79.