Is it True?
Is it True? Every year an undercooked batch of sophomores, every year the same stale questions hurled like boulders at the little dingy floating round the whiteboard: was Odysseus real? Okay but did Beowulf really ? Yeah but how do we know? It’s the facts they’re after, those little pebbles they like to fill their pockets with to make sure they don’t float away between bells, and hell I guess it makes sense because they haven’t been to many weddings yet, watched the fact of two smiling stories come crashing together to form not just a third but the title character of every one to come, haven’t yet seen how at a wedding, even though really no one cares for dates unless you’re stopped up and eat them as a kind of medicine, they can become a small part of something wondrous delivered on a silver platter by a guy dressed in white. What’s that? Sure, trut...