A few weeks ago, during the recent global heat wave, I was walking the streets of Helsinki chatting with a good friend when he said something that caused me to forget the sweat dripping down my spine and forehead, soaking my blue dress shirt and stinging my eyes.
“So, Neusner’s essay ends mid-sentence, no full-stop, just a blank half a page. And this was in a volume he edited himself, published by _____!” [Read more…]