The comments I received indicated that most of the authors that belong to the group aren't dealing with language in their works.  A few mentioned accents as a way to indicate "foreignness" but there wasn't as much interest in the idea of using either genuine or made-up dialects.  Several people said they found it pointless and annoying to include non-English words in a text.  I found that a little discouraging, since SOTA has words in four different tongues, all created by yours truly.  I can only hope others are a little more sympathetic.

Anyway, here is the article:
We live in a world where there are 266 unique languages, each spoken by over a million people. It is commonplace to meet people in our home countries for whom English is not their first language--who speak hesitantly, or use the wrong word at times. When we travel, we might find ourselves in the same position. The problems of communication between different native speakers can create tension within relationships, lead to business failures or even outright warfare. It is a fact of life, and an important one. So, in the pursuit of realism within our fiction, should we give our characters different languages?

Authors have approached this conundrum in differing ways. In the His Dark Materiels trilogy, Philip Pullman does not make any mention of or concession to the variety of spoken languages. Everyone in his books--whether from Earth, alternative London, witch, harpy or wheelie--speaks the same tongue and can easily understand one another. That is the easiest and probably the most common way to deal with the issue; simply to ignore that it exists.

Douglas Adams, in the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy books, takes a different route. He circumvents the problem. Early on, after Arthur and Ford have left Earth, Arthur receives a singular aid to understanding--the Babel fish that Ford sticks in his ear. By this clever invention, Adams acknowledges that there are a Universe full of different lingos, but he doesn't have to deal with writing about them, because Arthur can now magically understand everything that is said to him.

The third option is to embrace multiple languages within the plot, with all the difficulties that entails. C J Cherryh, in her Foreigner Universe books, does this very successfully. Her protagonist, Bren Cameron, is a representative of the human race thrust into a alien world, where words like love and loyalty, even when directly translated, do not mean the same thing. Cherryh creates tension through mistranslation and misunderstanding, and that adds to the "foreignness" of Bren's experience amongst the Atevi.

I also chose the third option for Song of the Arkafina. My world, Yrth, is home to many languages, and when the characters travel from one part to another they have difficulties in making themselves understood. Sometimes it is important to the plot, other times it is just something that they have to deal with--as do we, in normal life. It made the writing more difficult, especially when there were several languages being spoken in a group at the same time. On some occasions, I did employ my own sort of "Babel fish," but other times I had my characters lost and confused because they could not understand what others were saying. I think it adds realism--others might find it pointlessly distracting.

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[...] Il presidente, in particolare, è soltanto un prestanome: non esercita in effetti il benchè minimo potere. E' sì scelto dal governo, ma le qualità che deve dimostrare di avere non sono quelle tipiche del leader: la sua fondamentale qualità è saper provocare scandali. Per questa ragione scegliere un presidente non è facile: bisogna poter scegliere una persona che sappia provocare il furore nella gente, ma che sia anche in grado di affascinarla. Il suo compito non è esercitare il potere, ma stornare l'attenzione della gente dal potere stesso. In questo senso Zaphod Beeblebrox è uno dei migliori presidenti che la galassia abbia mai avuto: ha già passato in carcere per truffa due dei dieci anni della presidenza. [...]

Tomorrow night (2 October) at 11pm Douglas Adams returns to Radio 4 with Dirk Gently, under the same director that brought The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy back to radio. Starring Harry Enfield as Dirk Gently and William Boyd as Richard McDuff.

When a passenger check-in desk at London's Heathrow Airport disappears in a ball of orange flame, the explosion is deemed an act of God. But which god, wonders holistic detective Dirk Gently? What god would be hanging around Heathrow trying to catch the 3:37 to Oslo? And what has this to do with Dirk's latest--and late-- client, found only this morning with his head revolving atop the hit record "Hot Potato"? Amid the hostile attentions of a stray eagle and the trauma of a very dirty refrigerator, super-sleuth Dirk Gently will once again solve the mysteries of the universe...

It can only be Douglas ...

Hear Douglas Adams discuss Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency

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New Hitchhikers book “And Another Thing”

Citizen Kane II: Raising Kane
After being raised from the dead by a Voodoo priest, Charles Foster Kane goes on a murderous rampage in a desperate attempt to find Rosebud. He still won't tell anyone what exactly Rosebud is though.

To Kill Another Mockingbird
Scout, who has grown up to be a lawyer, defends a man accused of killing a mockingbird.

Kiss Me Deadly II: Hammer and Tongs
Hardboiled private eye Mike Hammer undergoes extensive surgery to remove a pair of barbecue tongs from his digestive system.

Duck Soup: A Second Helping
Freedonia is under strain from the "Credit Crunch", after Harpo spreads the economy on a cracker and eats it. There's only one thing to do; 75% of the population must be culled. Will Zeppo be first against the wall?

On another note, the new Ben Folds album is deeply disappointing.

".....small, roundish, and moved with an ungainly restlessness, like a number of elderly squirrels trying to escape from a sack. His own age was on the older side of completely indeterminate. If you picked a number at random, he was probably older than that.....Certainly his face was heavily lined, and the small amount of hair that escaped from under his red woollen skiing hat was thin, white, and had very much its own ideas about how it wished to arrange itself.......(taking off his coat) was complicated....by the necessity first of taking off his professional gown, and then putting it back on again once his coat was off, then of stuffing his hat in his coat pocket, then wondering where he'd put his scarf, and then of realising that he hadn't brought it....."

Despite the fact that this professor was from "the other place", and, the lack of red skiing hat in real life (or as real as life could be in the smokey, sherry filled, oak pannelled walls of an Oxford college), Douglas could have been describing my former tutor of Modern History from the Queen's College Oxford, Dr Alastair Parker, RIP.

Dr Parker used to search through the many piles of papers and essays for marking for many a minute, grumbling to himself, looking for his spectacles......while all the time his spectacles would be on the top of his head.

He would look totally bemused when the telephone rang, as if wondering where the sound was coming from. It was one of those old-fashioned telephones. He would cafrefully lift the earpiece to his ear. He would bend down to the mouth piece. And, in a voice reminiscent of Prince Charles (but educated) he would quietly say "Yeeees?"

He would charm the pants of young, pretty female undergraduates.....some would say, quite literally, allegedly. Note this extract from his obituary: "He was a handsome and rather dashing figure, attracted by women and attractive to them. "

And, while he tolerated my lack of application while teaching me dull periods of British History, he totally captivated my attention during my specialism "British Foreign and Domestic Policy 1935 - 1939". While he forgave my pro-Chamberlain tendencies at a time when the consensus was rather anti-appeasement, I am not sure that I was a huge influence on his later, successful book - Chamberlain and Appeasement: British policy and the coming of the Second World War (1993). He was my personal Professor Dumbledore.

In contrast, there was my other History Tutor, Blair. Rowan Atkinson, an old member of Queen's College, descibes his comedy character, Mr Bean, as a "child in a grown man's body". He could have been talking about Professor John Blair, who tried to teach me, well anything, about Anglo-Saxon England, with only partial success. In contrast to the dapper Dr Parker, Blair was like a rabbit trapped in a car's headlights. He would scurry and mince through the corridors of college a la Mr Bean with his elbows stuck to his torso and his forearms and hands flapping around like, well, a girl running. He would be pursued by shouts of "Blaiiiiir!" from unseen assailants.

You got the sense that this accomplished academic had never visisted the real world. This was rather unfortunate as he was also a Moral Tutor - someone who was supposed to help undergraduates with their worries and woes. Some of the female students used to invent problems with their sex lives just to watch him squirm. And squirm he did.

"A toalha é um dos objetos mais úteis para um mochileiro interestelar. Em parte devido a seu valor prático: você pode usar a toalha como agasalho quando atravessar as frias luas de Beta de Jagla; pode deitar-se sobre ela nas reluzentes praias de areia marmórea de Santragino V, respirando os inebriantes vapores marítimos; você pode dormir debaixo dela sob as estrelas que brilham avermelhadas no mundo desértico de Kakrafoon; pode usa-la como vela para descer numa minijangada as águas lentas e pesadas do rio Moth; pode umedecê-la e utilizá-la para lutar em um combate corpo a corpo; enrolá-la em torno da cabeça para proteger-se de emanações tóxicas ou para evitar o olhar da Terrível Besta Voraz de Traal (animal estonteantemente burro, que acha que, se você não pode vê-lo, ele também não pode ver você - estúpido feito uma anta, mas muito, muito voraz); você pode agitar a toalha em situações de emergência para pedir socorro; e naturalmente pode usá-la para enxugar-se com ela se ainda estiver razoalvemente limpa. Porém o mais importante é o imenso valor psicológico da toalha. Por algum motivo, quando um estrito (isto é, um não-mochileiro) descobre que um mochileiro tem uma toalha, ele automaticamente conclui que ele tem também escova de dentes, esponja, sabonete, lata de biscoitos, repelente, capa de chuva, traje espacial, etc., etc.
Além disso, o estrito terá prazer em emprestar ao mochileiro qualquer um desses objetos, ou muito outros, que o mochileiro por acaso tenha “acidentalmente perdido”. O que o estrito vai pensar é que, se um sujeito é capaz de rodar toda a Galáxia, acampar, pedir carona, lutar contra terríveis obstáculos, dar a volta por cima e ainda assim saber onde está a sua toalha, esse sujeito claramente merece respeito." (Douglas Adams)

Twenty-three months ago as I created my original blog I had lots of brilliant ideas. I would write about my everyday happenings because funny crap happened to me. I would write about past stories because I really got into some pickles. I would write about my opinion on myriad of important topics because people care what I have to say. Well, as we know I really don't too much of that but I thank the few of you that visit on a regular basis (and those of you who stumble upon me). Where was I going with this...? Oh, right!

Anyway, when I was creating my oasis of creativity that I call a blog I had a heck of a time coming up with names. There were things like LeBlanc's Place and cliche one's such as Random Ruminations or something with the word 'cornucopia' in the title. I really wanted something exciting and clever and easy to remember. I wanted to think of something that was so outstandingly awesome people just HAD to return and read my garbage. Well, I came up with the above title, A Natural Deficiency Of Moral Fiber. I am not so sure that it is clever but I think it states its purpose as far as I am concerned. It helped out a lot as far as traffic is concerned if nothing else. When most places/other bloggers are nice enough to list me in their blog roll I get to be first or darned close to the top. Most people with short attention spans, like me, are interested in finding new blogs but they won't travel too far down the list.

Well, the name isn't one that I came up with on my own. I searched and searched and thought and thought and mulled and mulled and then it hit me. I just knew that one of my favorite authors would have written something profound that I could straight-up pilfer. My first choice was the great British sch-fi/comedic writer (and Doctor Who/Pink Floyd/Monty Python fan), Douglas Adams. I wish that he was still alive as I know we could have been best of friends, I mean we like all the same things. Sad. Well, moving on. I browsed (on the internet) just about all of his books and finally found the perfect gem from the book Life, The Universe And Everything. Here is the exact quote:

"My doctor says that I have a malformed public duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fiber," he muttered to himself, "and that I am therefore excused from saving Universes."

Perfect, right? If you are interested in other spectacular quotes from this amazing writer you can click here but you really should read the books...all of them.

Basically, now that I have spouted off all of this tripe, what I really wanted to get to is asking a question to all of you, my fellow bloggers. How did you come up with the name of your place? Do you like it or have you considered changing it? Are there any other cool names you have thought of for use in your current blog or in a new one? I thought that Nashville With A Tan was an interesting sounding one. It's from that song from that guy, none of which I can really remember...I really should go get my coffee now.

"Je schlechter politische Kunst ist, umso genauere Aussagen macht sie über den Zustand von Kultur, Künstler, Kritik."

Da ist was dran. Ich glaube das liegt daran, dass hier eine Mediengrenze überschritten wird. Politik lässt sich ja durchaus auch als Medium interpretieren. Und da gilt - wie in allen Medien - der "erste Hauptsatz der Mediendynamik":

Bei jeglichen Überschreitungen von Mediengrenzen ist es immer besser mit einer schlechten Vorlage anzufangen.

Wenn ich ein schlechtes Buch verfilme ist die Gefahr hinter ihm zurückzubleiben nicht sehr groß und man kann die Vorteile des eigentlichen Mediums viel besser zum Tragen bringen. Das ist der Grund weswegen es so wenige Gute Filme von guten Büchern gibt (ganz zu schweigen vom umgekehrten Fall). Andere Beispiele: Es gibts fast keine guten Computerspieladaptionen von guten Büchern oder Filmen. Wer mal Fantasy-Rollenspiele gespielt hat (also die echten, nicht am Computer) wird den Effekt kennen: Die größte Schundliteratur kann zu einem packenden Abend werden aber die wenigen guten Fantasybücher sind fast nicht umzusetzen.

Nun ist heute das Überschreiten von Mediengrenzen ja ökonomische Pflicht. Das könnte mich jetzt zu kulturpessimistischen Tiraden verleiten, statt dessen verweise ich darauf, dass jedes Gesetz eine Ausnahme kennt und das man sich diese zum Vorbild nehmen soll. Das könnte z.B. Douglas Adams und seine vielfältigen Adaptionen von "Per Anhalter durch die Galaxis" als Hörspiel, Computerspiel, Buch, Fernsehserie sein. Da haben sich die Medien gegenseitig befruchtet, so dass man heute garnicht mehr wirklich feststellen kann, was eigentlich das "Original" ist.

Nein, den Film hab ich nicht gesehen.

Bildlizenz: CC-BY-NC, Quelle

1. "A Tale of Two Cities" by Charles Dickens - This is the most boring book I have ever picked up in my life. Labels on the back of bathroom items provide a more engaging read. Seriously. I have read many a cleaner bottle while in the bathroom with no magazines. There is nothing good I can say about this book other than I did well on the test my freshman year of high school. It's too drawn out for my tastes.
2. "Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens - See reasons above. Maybe it's because I just don't care for his writing style. By the way, who is it that determines that a book is a "classic" book? Is there a secret commission that meets every few years? What does a contemporary author have to do in order for their work to be considered a classic? Why am I asking rhetorical questions that I won't ever know the answer to?

That's it. That's all I've got, though I am looking forward to seeing what books are listed (especially by my friends who are librarians). Pretty anticlimactic. In lieu of listing 3 additional choices I will say that I accidentally left out a book (series really) that is one of my favorites. "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" and the subsequent books by Douglas Adams are British comedy gems that I can't get enough of. Also, I have decided to give my blog a more personal, whimsical feel by including random musings in my posts since I can. Plus it's a way to entertain myself when I am forcing myself to write (like today). This new section shall be called Nuggets of Knowledge. Anyhow, list 5 works of literature you suggest others should burn.

NUGGET OF KNOWLEDGE:
My great grandmother gave birth to 19 children. Seriously. That is sheer insanity. There was a set of triplets (that died as infants) and two sets of twins (one set died as infants) but other than that they were all one at a time. That blows my mind.

Perhaps, in the land of paper mache all those paper cranes and frogs were overjoyed to see new elements. "Imagine the wonders of... what was it... GLUE! Imagine what we could do!" Or they could of considered the ripped cardboard horrifying. These could be gods. "This is your fate if you disobey us. We will dance in your ripped shards." Ha, strings of hemp. Fun or torture? Fun would be, "Hey, we can fly!" And shortly after, "Okay, now what." Perhaps remaining in air for so long is considered torture for paper mache.

How about this alternate universe... ceramic manikins. This could be quite uplifting. They'd look at this and think that they can overcome their trouble... nah they'd probably freak. Levitating decapitated heads.

I bet someone out there would truly think this beautiful. Kinda like how Iraq or some other place is absolutely crazy about Lionel Richie. They practically worship him. Well, not all people dislike Lionel Richie... this is a bad example.

"One mans trash, is another person's treasure."

There we go.

I just got my first review on my fanfic and she compared me to Douglas Adams.

Omg. I love Douglas Adams books.

Dear Dr. Uncle Ted:

I've got a patient who, when unconscious, frenzily produces auto-written short stories in the style of Norman Mailer, while also presenting numbness in the left arm and leg, fever, impending kidney failure, low white cell count and tachycardia. Any thoughts on a diagnosis?

- G.H., Princeton, N.J.

Greg - Come on, now - you're a world-famous doctor. Isn't it clear what you're up against? I would check the patient's residence for evidence of voodoo rituals, including animal sacrifice. Also, check for bake pans hammered into the shape of the author's head. If my hunch is correct, the patient is steeping pages from The Naked and the Dead in chicken blood, and then baking that blood into soul-channeling pastries made with extremely fattening butter and shortening. Testing should reveal partially-saddled arterial blockages along with mycotoxicosis probably contracted from avian fecal matter. I would begin a regimen of anti-coagulants and anti-fungals immediately. I'd also call an exorcist. Or an agent, if the patient is channeling from Mailer's early work.

I'm going home now.

-Dr. Unk.

Harry Enfield returns to BBC Radio 4 for the second series featuring Douglas Adams' quirky and enigmatic Holistic Detective, Dirk Gently. This time he's pitted against a sinister team headed by the Fifth Doctor Who - Peter Davison - as Simon Draycott and Jan Ravens (Dead Ringers) as his wife Cynthia.

Dirk has fallen on hard times and when a frantic client claims he is being stalked by a goblin and a hairy, green-eyed, scythe-wielding monster, things have hit rock bottom. He is forced to desperate measures - reading palms in a tent, dressed as an old gypsy woman.

But when Detective Superintendent Gilks (Jim Carter, The Golden Compass) decides the headless body of Dirk's client is the result of a particularly irritating suicide, Dirk is plunged into a mystery where the interconnectness of all things is tested to the limit.

Odin, Father Of The Norse Gods (Stephen Moore, Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy) signs away his powers for 24-hour nursing care under the strange Dr Standish (John Fortune, Bremner Bird & Fortune). A Nurse who treats eagle wounds (Morwenna Banks, Absolutely) without anaesthetic. Dirk's old friend Richard Macduff (Billy Boyd, Lord Of The Rings) finds himself working for a sinister new employer. A canned drinks machine claims to be Dirk's ex-secretary (Olivia Colman, Peep Show). And an American journalist (Laurel Lefkow, Douglas Adams' Starship Titanic) finds herself being stalked by Thor The God Of Thunder (Rupert Degas, The Brightonomicon).

This is the second six-part series from Above the Title Productions based on the Dirk Gently novels. The executive producer is Sioned Wiliam. The producer is Jo Wheeler.

The director is Dirk Maggs, originally chosen by Douglas Adams to adapt and direct the award-winning radio conclusion to The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy.

The series begins on BBC Radio 4 at 6.30pm on Thursday 2nd October and will be released in extended form on CD and online from BBC Audiobooks in November.

Go to the official website for all the details!

Glancing at Brady, she thought about her time with Tony and the reason she could never really respond to him in bed. They had decent sex, but nothing fun, nothing even passionate. [Well, did you ask him if he wanted to have something a little extravagant to get the passion going? Easy to say that you just hadn't had good sex. I firmly believe that you can have good sex with anyone, if the rest is alright, you just need to talk it out and try... If you want it to work, it will.] For the most part, it hadn’t bothered Tony. He was from a family where marriages were often made because of connections and not love. Their marriage had been based on shared interests and mutual respect. [Which is a very good basis, I have to say, a very good one. But if you aren't in love, you aren't in love. And that is that.]
(...) Their divorce had been polite and amicable. Tony hadn’t put up much of a fight after she told him there was no way she could stay with him. [The way she talks about Tony, it seems like he doesn't care about anything...]
Brady swore when he flipped the wrong switch. [It's his ship, for crying out loud... Can't he fly it?] He continued to mutter as he fixed the problem, and she felt her lips curve. Brady would never settle for a reserved divorce. He would have fought her to the end. [And that's attractive? I mean, yeah, all this romantic crap about the guy fighting for the girl and blablabla, but honestly, if I want a divorce, I don't want the guy to fight for me. I would want him to let me go, with the least fuzz possible, probably ensuring a good relationship even after seperation... That isn't bad.]

Again, Brady-the-Asshole orders Libby around, again she follows the orders, even if this time, she mutters a sarcastic reply (probably too soft for BtA to hear, though...).
Brady looks at her and states that they won't be able to pretend that nothing happened, meaning that "he wouldn't let her". At that, Libby gets angry (finally).

“First off, I determine what I want and where I want it.” [No, sweetie... You should determine it, but you're pretty good at letting BtA do it.] She kept her gaze on the bluishred planet of Dranirick.“ And secondly, I don’t like the fact that you would even think I would be a coward about it.” [Oh, because it takes so much courage to talk about sex or the implications of it. Just thinking about having to do it, sends my pulse through the roof... It's just like parachuting.]

BtA tells her that this time she will have to talk about why she left the last time. Libby gives us the explanation - his lack of ethics always compromised her and she walked out before she started to hate him and herself. [Well, Libby explains it much longer and with phrases like dying soul in it for good measure, but that's the gist of it.]

In this mission, though, Libby knows that she will have to compromise to save her father.

*****

We get a bit of background info on Dranirick (I always want to type Drainrick... I don't know why...).

Brady pressed his thumb on the identification machine and then stepped back for Libby to do the same. As she brushed past, her scent drifted to him, and he had to resist grabbing her and taking her back on the ship. His nerves were already raw, and being on Dranirick was going to make it worse. Most of the planet was an unmapped rainforest. They’d had many species on the planet, but the most serious threat came from the Funkai. Funkai were actually a group of humans from Earth whose sexual preferences included abduction and rape. When too many of their members had ended up in jail, they moved to Dranirick because it had been wide open for settlers, no laws.

So, BtA and Libby are on a planet full with sexual predators, where BtA's already raw (sex) nerves would get even worse... I would have thought that BtA would feel right at home there...

But at least, they're human, too. So we won't get to read a (near) rape story with aliens and tentacles and shit. Because we all know that that's coming, right?

Poor Libby! If the Funkai don't get her, BtA will.

*****

They start to hike through the rainforest, Libby trying to gain the upper hand by pointing out that she hired BtA, even though she can't pay him. At least, not with money.

But BtA more or less tells her to shut it and follow his orders, because only he can protect her from the evil rainforest rapists. And of course she does, because he tells her that she's smart. And we all know that no woman can withstand flattery.

“Let’s get on our way. I want to be hunkered down before night.”
Even as he turned his thoughts to the trek ahead of them, anticipation jumped along his nerve endings. A room, a bed, and Libby -- a man couldn’t ask for more than that. [Well, maybe you could ask for her consent this time...]

For more info:

This Floor42 thread

This bbc article

Saka minde meg òg på "En dag i den livssynsnøytrale skolen" av Morten Magelssen frå Morbus Norvegicus. Den er det eg vil kalle småvittig; og har eit godt poeng. Viss nokon ikkje skjønar at teksten er satirisk meint så bør du lese kommentar nr. 2 der Maglessen gjer deg poenget med teskei.

Det registrerast òg at Liverpool ikkje fulgde opp suksessen frå sist helg med å berre spelte 0-0 mot Stoke. Men den vikitgaste kampen i runden er ennå ikkje spelt...

berkomentar dengan baik? apakah semua orang harus melakukannya? definisi komentar yang baik aja masih gak jelas. umumnya sih orang akan menganggap sebuah komentar itu baik kalo bikin hatinya seneng. buruk kalo bikin sakit hati.

Senioritas dan Etika Berkomentar « Pandu Gilas Anarkhi®.

Memang tidak harus, tapi sebaiknya kalau anda tidak mau dianggap mayoritas orang lain ‘kurang ajar’…saya rasa itu pokok utama dari sebuah netiket (atau etiket apapun), bukan?

Definisi komentar yang baik? Mungkin memang belum ada satu kesepakatan final, tapi saya rasa juga sudah jauh dari ‘masih gak jelas’. Dari pengalaman pribadi dan observasi saya di WP.com ini, umumnya sih blogger akan menganggap komentar itu baik kalau berbahasa sopan, sesuai topik, dan tidak bias/fallacious.

Ya, saya setuju berkomentar seperti itu memang butuh kebiasaan dan keterbukaan.

ketika sebuah tulisan sudah dipublish, maka penulis harus siap mendapat komentar apapun. termasuk jika ada dampak negatif dari tulisannya.

Saya setuju. Penulis harus siap mendapat komentar apapun, termasuk jika itu komentar buruk. Tapi ada 2 hal yang harus dicatat pula:

1. Penulis juga berhak memoderasi dan menghapus setiap komentar yang tidak ingin ia tampilkan di blognya. Tanda ketidaksiapan, atau justru tanda kedewasaan? Itu bisa dilihat dari komentar seperti apa saja yang ia loloskan dan seperti apa yang ia tolak.

2. Menerima komentar buruk sebagai keniscayaan yang tak terelakkan bukan berarti komentar buruk itu ‘tidak apa-apa’ atau setara bobotnya dengan komentar baik (per definisi saya di atas). Atau seperti kata Douglas Adams:

All opinions are not equal. Some are a very great deal more robust, sophisticated and well supported in logic and argument than others.