Saturday, December 22, 2007

The End of An Error

Ladies and Gentleman, I give you: Sheila Copps' last column.

Never again will we be treated to such as this:
The written word, condensed, fractured and often discombobulated by cyberspace, is unique. It knits together disparate ideas and provides a backdrop for coherent reflection and discussion.
The insane ramblings of an idiot-child? The Seventh Seal? Who knows!

Oh Sheila! In spite of your two years as a regular columnist for the Toronto Sun, we hardly knew ye! Or hardly knew what ye were on about, anyway.