If I or my soldiers have plundered or done injury to the houses or ministers of religion, I repent me of my sin; but it is not of Edward of England I shall ask pardon.
The life of Edward Estlin Cummings began with a childhood in Cambridge, Mass., that he described as happy, but he struggled in both his artistic and romantic exploits against the piousness of his father, an esteemed Harvard professor.
Edward Snowden may not be a Chinese mole, but he might as well be. He’s just handed Beijing a major score, while the NSA struggles to pick up the pieces – and the rest of us pay the price in terms of future national security.
If I or my soldiers have plundered or done injury to the houses or to the ministers of religion, I repent me of my sin – but it is not of Edward of England that I shall ask pardon.
When Edward Gibbon was writing about the fall of the Roman Empire in the late 18th century, he could argue that transportation hadn’t changed since ancient times. An imperial messenger on the Roman roads could get from Rome to London even faster in A.D. 100 than in 1750. But by 1850, and even more obviously today, all of that has changed.