If my father could have acknowledged his problems with dealing with paper in a non-grouchy way, he could have said this about himself. From Grant’s memoirs:
I was no clerk, nor had I any capacity to become one. The only place I ever found in my life to put a paper so as to find it again was either a side coat-pocket or the hands of a clerk or secretary more careful than myself.
I’ve been reading them through since starting posting a few weeks ago, and had not read any substantial part of them since undergraduate school. The tone, clarity, and directness of the writing is really wonderful.
Here’s an opportunity for comments, positive and negative, about my Vicksburg campaign posts. Have folks enjoyed them?
