Idling in the Devil’s Workshop
Every time I sit down to write this column, I’m obliged to contend with the devil on my shoulder… and the angel on my other one. The former is forever jumping up and down, vying for my attention – “Pick me, pick me! Write something controversial! Get ‘em all riled up!” – while the latter sits quietly, with her secret smile, trusting me to do the right thing. She doesn’t know me that well.
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