Stanley Fish only sees that which is essential

Stanley Fish has found his Basquiat, his Jack Abbott.

Someone needs to tell Fish that his post was written better and longer by Stephen Millhauser in 1972. I’d give him about twenty minutes in a room with Sarah Palin, listening to her drop her g’s while talkin’ about Trig and snow machines and the cold splitting the cheechakos from the sourdoughs, in that voice, before he threw himself out the window of his ivory tower seeking the sweet release deceleration trauma can bring.



Yeah. Like I would tell you....