I am not sure I care who writes things all the time. I guess it sometimes doesn’t matter who writes things. But it sometimes does. Like when and where Alexander Pope lived, and what he thought of the times, have an effect on how you read “A Modest Proposal.” I mean to say, even if it were exactly the same essay, but written by, I don’t know, Rush Limbaugh last week in West Virginia, the meaning of “A Modest Proposal” would be much different. The author and his times affect the message sometimes.

An interesting train of thought. I shall have to pursue it.

While writing my above story, about Stella and Wil, I wasn’t thinking about anything they have written anyway, not beyond considering some of it to be written in a tone I found charming. I wasn’t thinking about their message much.