Being an Orphan without monetary advantage and with minimal, or better put - inadequate education, and the possibility of a higher education out of reach, the struggle to learn becomes one's own responsibility.
I have only my tutors to blame for any ignorance on my part; and any semblance of intelligence I should be held accountable for.
I was not a philological prodigy. I lacked that uncanny gift which some people have for language structure which seems akin to a gift for music or calculation. I never became concerned with the metaphysical aspects of language.( I am not interested in Chomsky.That places me.) And I never thought of myself as a 'writer' or though I have tried to become one. I do have the opinion I am a fairly good plodder With an aptitude for grammar when necessary and a love of words understood by the masses.
Few so called writers have the same abilities each have their own style if not each story would be boring.
Each story or letter has its own subject matter usually only known to the writer and its objectivity too is important, far more so if the writer has first hand knowledge of the place or happening. Travel worldwide has broadened my knowledge giving me more insight to the matter which has to unfold.
Geoffrey Chaucer was an uneducated buffoon but a great story teller who couldn't spell also I am reliably informed. Bill Shakespeare used hack writers and present day journalists prefabricate or embellish their jargon infested information in the press and most are implicit one way or another in order to get their story to the public true or false.
So it would seem the only way to escape misrepresentation is never to commit oneself to any critical judgement that makes an impact - that is, never say anything.
To advise that Vest (Les Bowyer) passed away this morning. Regards, Chris (Son).
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