it seems I’ve got the reflexive need to mention Flannery O’Connor’s works right now. But I can’t help it.
As I was reading her story (and my current favorite) The Lame Shall Enter First, I could not help but think of Mark Twain’s far more snarky comparative, Edward Stanton and George Benton: A Tale. I can at least see an influence.
Where tomorrow’s post will come in with me is: both of these pieces presciently lay out the EXACT, disastrously-ineffective and hilariously expensive remedial nostrums I am asked to employ toward the dysfunctional, criminogenicaly-inclined . . . um . . . “clients” today.
Short message: oiling the squeaky-wheel to the neglect of other wheels will still cause you heartbreaking delays.
Anyway. . .