If any of my previous discourse has been interpreted otherwise, such as comments I once made about Zionism within the media, I will revise it to ensure there is no room for confusion.
We live in a moment of levelling: levelling of intellect, of politics, of discourse.
One of my laws of political discourse — and, it turns out, of economic discourse, which turns out to be much the same thing — is that nobody ever admits having been wrong about anything.
No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourses of my book friends.
I went after this stuff early and hard (I suspect that the confidence fairy will be one of my lasting contributions to economic discourse); still, it's good to have a steadily mounting weight of evidence about just how wrong that view was.
In politics, as in most aspects of my life, I value civil discourse and respect for the opinions of others, even when I disagree.
"That's for the grown-ups to worry about," I answered, but a few minutes after I spoke, I changed my attitude, afraid that I'd missed a golden opportunity for just the sort of nostalgic discourse that my grandfather cherished.
Two of my companies, Plaxo and Facebook, were built around the idea that "identity" was a cornerstone of online discourse.
So many readers agreed with the thesis of my last column – economics has been corrupted by the same virus that has hit the rest of our national discourse – that my contrarian, live-to-argue side almost wanted to take it all back.
Selected statements illustrating the meanings of this discourse were: 'After my wonderful experience of giving birth to my second son which took place in my own bath tub, I believe strongly that being uninhibited and relaxed is of great value in labour.
