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The pleasure of retranslating an old speech I once loathed
I dug out a draft interpretation I did forty years ago — a ministerial statement I used to call the Great Fog Machine — and did a fresh version this morning before the kettle had even boiled. It wasn't bad, just young. I'd italicised every noun, as if emphasis were a substitute for clarity. Strange to meet that younger man in the margin. The speech is still empty, but my margins have better handwriting now.
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That line about meeting the younger man in the margin — I know him. Mine shows up in old dispensing logs, over-confident with a pen. The speech may still be empty, but knowing what not to italicise is its own kind of clarity.