Tempting, but death is too good for the likes of him. Life in an isolated cell in a supermax prison, with nutraloaf shoved through the door three times a day, is not.

Starred because you're both Robertson Davies fans, and that's my second favorite Davies novel (after Leaven of Malice).

Well, if he needs all that desk space as a writing surface, that actually makes a lot of sense.

Oh, my God. I figured he had a cold.

What the hell did the boomers actually do? Most of the civil and reproductive rights work was done by people slightly older than them—people my parents' age. They reaped the benefits and took the credit. I once went around my church interviewing all the men of that generation, typical boomers, trying to find out…

How does something like this go on for over a decade without an entire culture of silence to aid and abet it? I'm sickened that child rape had to be what blew this open, but you have to realize that the sexual assault and harassment of young women has been going on there for decades and that it wasn't just confined to…

Yep. My mother's family are all koolaid-drinking members of the Cult of St. Joe —my great uncle was on the PSU Board of Trustees in the 1960s and was longtime friends with the guy until his death in the 80s, so every once in a while I'll see pictures on Facebook of them palling around with members of the Paterno…

If a woman isn't taking "constructive criticism" well from a man, even her own spouse, it may not be all that constructive. This link provides a good explanation.

True. Though if you keep missing the same note over and over, that's something you really want to fix before it becomes ingrained.

Yes...there's also that. Seems like a lot of added pressure, actually.

I was actually a pretty accomplished pianist by the time I was a senior in high school...I accompanied our school choir, played in the orchestra pit, and was even playing the organ (manuals and pedals) at the point where I could sub at church for our organist, who was teaching me.

I think video games, musical or otherwise, are an excellent analogy. Everyone gets to certain levels where they struggle for a while and think they're never going to break through...and then they do, and if they return to that level later on (maybe because they're temporarily hung up on some other level) they realize…

Surely there aren't two Jean Mamakos. Apparently this isn't the first time she's been "assaulted."