Creeping Corruption

As most every high school student of modern American Literature knows by heart: “The fog creeps in on little cat feet.” Whether poet Sandburg was writing only of the fog that occasionally envelopes his beloved Chicago, or of the fog that clouds one’s thinking, or perhaps to both, we can only speculate; for philosophers, theologians, and even politicians have known for ages past that the beclouding of the intellect is most effective when it “comes in on little cat feet.” In contract, a daring,...