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A Letter from the Publisher
I'm a white guy and not apologizing. I've got a nice tan though, not spray — as has been popularized by the US President — but a nice, Berlusconi type of tan, acquired on deck from years of basking in real, mostly mediterranean sunlight.*
Both knowledge and intuition seem to sink, these days, below the horizon, and leave us with that stinking “gut feeling” that can be tweeted throughout the day at the speed of light, polluting the Electrosphere with the full spectrum of human foolishness and unreflected vanity. From a historical viewpoint, I'd say we risk becoming silly midgets standing on the shoulders of our sad, muted ancestors.
THIS is the reason for keeping a “Zoo” of gifted, quirky authors: We have, in mutual respect, agreed to call it what it is, because on the Internet everything is a cage, you see, and in order to break free you have to feel at ease in the Real World of ink, paper, armchairs, un-smart light bulbs, and un-memed cats.
At Triple we prefer authors who, unlike myself, master the Art of Brevity. Truth is not the size of a brick, or doesn't have to be! Truth is to be found everywhere if you're looking with the right eyes, and the search for it is a life-long Quest; a journey towards a kinder fate.
That's more information than you asked for, though it might still be less than you need. It's your Quest anyway, and it has already begun. May good luck follow in your footsteps, my friend!
—Ernest, though I'm not so certain I've always deserved that beautiful name.
Another Letter
I won't apologize either, though I'm sometimes embarassed by my old man and his not-so-woke antics. However, we do agree on one thing in particular, and that's that if all people were to agree on everything, that would bring upon us the final collapse of human civilization. There would be no getting back on our feet after that kind of totalitarian victory. We can better ourselves, and we can certainly not better each other. A simple truth, hiding in plain sight between the angry lines of contemporary discourse.
I deviate. I just want you to know that Ernest is not alone onboard this literary vessel. If he's slow to respond to your requests, I promise I'll remind him that electronic messages are just as real as the handwritten letters he was used to.
—Ernesteena, Second in command on the Triple bridge.