Also, a carton of schoolbooks finally found its way here from Chicago, so I am reunited with my Durkheim. Let the collective effervescence begin? (Weber was in the first batch, and I think I gave Marx away. I could make some comment here about the importance of the Protestant Ethic in getting through graduate school, and the importance of free sharing in Communism, but I won't. So there.)
And a drabble, because, well, I wrote one. Inspired by the word "Xanthous".
Suzie was not a coward. It wasn’t cowardly to know which battles could be won and which couldn’t. It wasn’t cowardly to choose your fights.
It wasn’t even cowardly, her mother had told her, to be frightened, and to scream, when the threat warranted. And Suzie was not frightened, and she hadn’t screamed.
“This isn’t something I’ll fight.”
“You’d rather just give up?”
“I’d rather move on. I’m leaving.”
“You can’t just leave because she said some nasty things!”
“I can’t just listen to her either!”
“She’d back down if you stood your ground.”
“I can’t,” Suzie said, and left.