Some like to declare all of it as grain, some like to declare all of it as chaff, but in my opinion, that’s just lazy thinking; separating the grain from the chaff is the art of life.
(And it has to be done on a continual basis, with the frustrating acknowledgment that yesterday’s chaff may be tomorrow’s grain.)
It’s like when I pick out a piece of wisdom from some religion’s “holy book”. I’m accused of “cherry-picking”. But cherry-picking is sanity. I mean who wants to swallow the whole tree?
Right. A true biography would detail every bowel movement of the person in question, in order to convey the entire life. Haven’t seen any bio do that yet.
John Harvey Kellogg’s autobiography just might detail his every bowel movement, but I’ve never read it. The main joke in Laurence Sterne’s Tristram Shandy is that it’s hero’s narration of his life’s story is moving significantly slower than his life is actually progressing because he keeps going off on tangents.
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