Don’t you just hate unknown authors? They write the most amazing stuff and you don’t even have a face to put on their work. I jest, of course. I love writings by people who don’t bother signing their hand. It gives off a sense of mystery and romance, generosity on behalf of the author who dispenses wisdom and doesn’t seek reward. It almost makes the lecture even more worthwhile.
Whenever I stumble on a writing whose wordsmith is shrouded in secrecy, my restless imagination springs into action, struggling to fill in the blanks: How old could he be? What if it’s a she? I wonder what tone of voice he had. Where did he live? When did he live? Etc. Anyway, whoever wrote this one must have had a pretty good understanding of the notion of “support:”