Once upon a time, before the invention of the printing press books were handwritten by monks. They made mistakes, a lot of mistakes. One of the mistakes that they would make is that they would mix up the lines they were transcribing. My Latin professor called this mistake a “drunk monk.”
Well, tonight I had one of those moments. Although I wasn’t drunk, exhausted, but sober, I drunk monked. Thankfully, I unlike many of the monks, caught my mistake before it was too late.
Also, Facebook reminded me this morning that it was exactly three years ago today that I saw this book for the first time. I was overwhelmed by the text then and am still.