Areopagus Volume LXXXII

Seven short lessons every someday.

Welcome one and all to the eighty second volume of the Areopagus. Last week's missive was rather a wordy affair — which is no bad thing from time to time! But, in the interests of that very time, this week's Areopagus shall be less copious in scope. Or, as Odin says in the Hávamál:

The babbling tongue, if a bridle it find not,
Oft for itself sings ill.

So, let a bridled instalment of the Areopagus commence!