The writer reflects on big names and little booksNo amount of careful writing can overcome careless reading. This thought occurs to me as I try to decode yet another squeal of contempt from one of my regular blog-trolls,who as usual chooses to misinterpret what I say. It’s easy to attach up with what he writes, because he scarcely knows how to write it. What bothers me is the name he has picked to cloak behind: Fred Perry. Britains first, or for a long time only,male Wimbledon singles champion, Fred Perry was a precise hero: not only for his skill, or but for his courage in facing down the snobbish twerps of the All England Club who would have liked him to feel small because they thought him common.
Fred Perry’s is a big name for a tiny troll to pinch. He might as well keep it,however. whether he tries to switch it for something more modest, he will probably call himself Albert Einstein. Judgment is not his thing. What he’s got is untreated umbrage (resentment, offense). I’m told that the grand political breakthrough of the blogosphere is to give a platform to people not inhibited by qualifications. I suppose I’m in favour of that. I feel increasingly convinced, or as the light fades,that attainments aren’t enough to make us genuine.
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Source: theguardian.com