All Purls. No Swine.
It's an idiom mostly associated with--or so I understand--life in these United States, and it generally means that one gambles on a matter on which one isn't sure of the outcome, but which might return well on an investment, if things work out. Over the course of my life, I've generally taken "fliers" only as… Continue reading Taking a Flier. As it were.
So sue me. I've never really pretended to a deep acquaintance with, nor understanding of, mid twentieth-century American playwrights and screenwriters. And so we have Days of Wine and Roses, a 1958 teleplay by JP Miller with Cliff Robertson and Piper Laurie , which I've always gotten spectacularly mixed up with Splendor in the Grass,… Continue reading The Brief Sum of Life–In Praise of the Liberal Arts