
Forty years ago, author Madeleine L’Engle was throwing shade. At fellow writers, no less.
In her book Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art (an otherwise excellent book), her love of words leads her to warn about language that becomes exhausted, and how a diminished shared vocabulary can lead to injustice and dictatorship. So far, so good.
Then she takes off the gloves.
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