Woke up Saturday morning, wishing I’d stopped one drink sooner on Friday, and hazed through the digital wasteland.
I stumbled on Iain McGilchrist posting excerpts from dusty letters by Sir Richard Clough, a 16th-century Elizabethan fixer in Antwerp. Clough was tattling to his boss, Sir Thomas Gresham, about the Puritan wrecking crew that tore through An…