By my fifth year in school, I found it almost impossible to resist the urge to publicly expose the difference between cherished myth and actual reality, regardless of the negative effect on my already diminished popularity.
This constant urge to revise and to debunk has made me a sort of historian, at least by temperament.
Revisionism, however, is much more complicated than it may first appear.
This constant urge to revise and to debunk has made me a sort of historian, at least by temperament.
Revisionism, however, is much more complicated than it may first appear.
