The Delights of Being Incorrectly About Yourself

     Discovering that self-disclosure is an interaction, not a discipline Outline: Daron Nefcy InInFebruary I was acquainted with a man, a fruitful man by any norm, a man called Rupert (and normally by "presented," I mean I heard him discuss himself on Radiolab for three minutes). Rupert is your typical 71-year-old web recording visitor, likely, with the exception of a certain something: He has gone nearly as long as he can remember knowing nothing about science. I would not joke about this. I mean it as somebody who bombed geology once and science two times. (I never found time to fail science yet I'm sure I could, whenever offered the chance.) Rupert couldn't bomb science, since he never took a science class — and as I would see it, it might have been the best thing to at any point happen to him. Rupert is achieved in his field: He invested energy as a writer and proofreader for the Financial expert, then, at that point, as the Bank of Britain's Representative L