F. H. Buckley just doesn’t get it. He has good instincts and intentions. He’s sniffing around in all the right places. He uses his training in statistics and social science to good effect. (And he’s warm, I’ll give him that.) With all his effort, he could probably discern the exact dimensions of the 500-pound-gorilla-shaped space that’s somehow being occupied in the middle of the room.
But to actually call it a 500-pound gorilla? Never. (more…)