"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
Today’s post on my Patreon is the outline of a Galician folktale: it tells the story of a guy born with supernatural strength from the unwilling union of a woman with a bear, who battles the Devil, goes down a well and gets the girl.
Does it sound familiar?
Well, if it does, it might be because it reminds a bit of a Norse folktale, The Three Princesses in the Blue Mountain: I talked about it here a while ago.
Happy reading!
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Earlier this week I wrote about KPIs and how we’re using them wrong, l but I fear I left something out, which is how KPIs are used in education. Nowhere is the distortion of goals by poorly chosen KPIs more visible than in the classroom.
Oh. My. God.How come this novel isn’t up there alongside Ph. K. Dick, Asimov, and the rest of the greatest sci-fi works of our time? Oh, yeah, it might be because it talks about violence over a woman. This anxious, delicate masterpiece follows an unreliable,
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