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Also, having suffered a minor stroke myself a few years ago, I wouldn't wish one on my worst enemy -- so despite how I may or may not feel about Mr. Ellison personally, I hope he is able to successfully recover.
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Thanks to Cindy and John for supplying words and pictures, respectively. Now I know. Does anyone know if at any time between 2006 and today Mr. Ellison ever made an apology which Ms. Willis found acceptable, or if in any way shape or form he has made amends? LeHah, I'm a little confused by your two most recent posts, which seem to be at odds with each other somewhat. Or are you simply saying "A plague on both your houses"? Apparently the blogger is one Carolyn Staechle, and I personally found no fault with her piece. Like an op ed column in the newspaper, she stated the facts as she understood them to be, and then commented on them. A reader is free to agree or not with her opinions, but there was no attempt which I could detect to disguise them as anything else. (And FWIW, and for my money, I thought she expressed them brilliantly. I wouldn't mind reading more from her, though I gather her main interest in expressing herself is as a visual artist/designer.) The comments that I read were equally fascinating, and especially striking was the memory of Isaac Asimov shared by a lady who was once employed to handle his speaking arrangements and who had to fend off his fondling. Years ago I read a reminiscence by a gentleman who at a party introduced his significant other to Dr. Asimov, whereupon, rather than shake her hand, he had grabbed her breast. The tone of the anecdote was affectionate, sort of an "all in good fun, what a character" vein. I wonder what the tone would have been if it had been written by the lady.
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One of the more sobering revelations all of us have to not just come to grips with but inevitably accept - as there's nothing that can be done to avoid it, dismiss it or pretend it doesn't exist in others no less or more than ourselves - is Talent has damn little (if anything at all) to do with Character. Is there ANYONE extant who can say there aren't acts of which they're thoroughly ashamed but haven't been either witnessed in the privacy that provoked it or, vis-à-vis the current subject under scope, in public? Doesn't excuse, justify or cleanse it. Hell, not a minor majority of those supposedly 'stars' and 'legends' are guilty of equal if not exceedingly worst - and we see no jeremiads crucifying them. We don't know the man in question - have never met, interviewed, dined or otherwise engaged other than as a fellow wordsmith worthy of admiration for only the ultimate aspect higher than his imperfect humanity: the legacy of his illuminated words and integrity on behalf of syllable-slingers everywhere. We hope when something seriously awry falls upon each of us - as, one way or another, it will in some form or fashion - one hopes there are those who don't major in minor subjects and remember death will claim each of us. May there be those who will rise above and recall the lower as well as higher aspects we were heir to ...
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Well said. And, well, that brings us full circle, doesn't it?
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