In history, one gathers clues like a detective, tries to present an honest account of what most likely happened, and writes a narrative according to what we know and, where we aren't absolutely sure, what might be most likely to have happened, within the generally accepted rules of evidence and sour
I grew up when people seemed actually to be hurting themselves for their art. Of course, some of it was phony.
For the person for whom small things do not exist, the great is not great.

