The More I Find Out The Less I Know: A Story About Four Quid

As I get older, two ever-increasing certainties creep up on me: 1.   The more I know the less I understand 2.   The longer I live the easier it is to make sense of my world, as I join up the dots Funny that, as they’re contradictory, aren’t they? I think the first one refers to the certainty I enjoyed as a younger woman. I see it in the next generation now. It must go with the territory called Youth.   My certainty has been knocked out of me. Not in my professional life where certain things will always […]

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