On the Gradual Production of Thoughts Whilst Speaking

I was emailed this beautiful little essay by the convenor of a workshop I'm participating in next week. It's on the value of discussing ideas with others rather than trying to work things out alone. The final paragraph on the foolishness of examinations is a particular highlight. Long-live the reading-group! Death to examinations!!

The Bells

We used to live in a little cubical building, nave's length from a bell tower. An aisle's length, not quite, but every friday night it was a measured space, although not by paces; in concussions. From 6pm to 8pm the Ringers would gather - I imagine from curious little offices in narrow stone buildings, places… Continue reading The Bells