Err.... ummmm...or.

The first three pages of Larry Beason's "Ethos and Error" were... um... irksome?
Yeah. That could be it. By the end of a couple of pages, my head (nerves?) ached. Cute idea to jumble all the words, but I was trying to figure out if he was trying to be cute with the way he smushed all the letters together in the reflection of error, or if my version of the text-massed email held a speacial glitch, especially for me to ponder. So as I'm trying to figure out if this guy is a goob or not, I can't even remeber what I'm reading.
I tell myself, "I need to care", as my mind opposes in a more colorful fashion.

But he has a good point. Even though he had to be painfully annoying to get to it. He basically shows me that content, though important, is dependent on style, on precision, on correcting your damn papers so that whoever is trying to read and interpret your all-over-the-place thoughts can do so, with as little head hurt as possible.