Thousands of horsemen we once were, occupying an underappreciated metaphysical niche: the ceaseless minor pains, the unending annoyances. Seasonal allergies. Multiple choice tests. Paper cuts. Separately, we lacked apocalyptic dread, but together… Then came the consultants, wielding their Recommendations. “Operational efficiencies?” we mused. “We have no rider by this name.” Iain Young once applied to … Continue reading IAIN YOUNG: And Then There Were Four
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