You won’t believe it! Thunderstorm.
Any talk of saving culture, or restoring culture, begins with a defense of the humanities. Any hope of cultural revival equally begins with a re-emergence of the humanities. Any hope to truly celebrate—though not uncritically—the human person rests with being drenched in the dewfall of the humanities. The death of the humanities really does mean
NOAA weather radio is beeping at us. Flash flood warning. Up to three inches of rain has already fallen. Mr. Big Food remarks that he will not be cutting today. I need coffee.