I’ve been having trouble writing. I don’t usually find it so hard. Doing philosophy: that’s hard. Having good ideas, if and when I do, a miracle. But writing these short essays should be simple. I don’t need to have much to say, only to sluice the stream of consciousness into words, mopping up the spills. But my stream has been white water.
I once had to make some comments at the memorial service for a close friend of mine. I told a Jesuit friend and co-author on many of my philosophical pieces (Mark Ravizza), that, although I've been thinking about the philosophical issues pertaining to death, and writing about them, for many years, I was at a loss for words in this situation. He said, "Say that."
"having words on the tip of one’s tongue."
Clearly, you meant to write, 'having words on the tip of one's toupee'
You're welcome.
Envious of my genius? I would be.
I once had to make some comments at the memorial service for a close friend of mine. I told a Jesuit friend and co-author on many of my philosophical pieces (Mark Ravizza), that, although I've been thinking about the philosophical issues pertaining to death, and writing about them, for many years, I was at a loss for words in this situation. He said, "Say that."
"Persistence is the siege you lay on fortune" is very good.