The Genius Excuse

As you probably know, I am one the world's foremost thinkers in the field of human bio-diversity. Unfortunately my revolutionary ideas have been much misunderstood by the scientific community, mostly because my academic papers are written in a language of my own devising that I call "Wobbly Words."
This is also a problem when I give symposiums, since completing a single Wobbly Word-ish sentence requires eight larynges (only three of them human) and an enormous echo chamber. Consequently the lecture hall begins to sound more like feeding time at the zoo rather than a forum for serious debate.
So why do I persist with such a bizarre mode of communication if it only serves to confuse and impede exposition of my important, pioneering work? Surely the answer to this question is self-evident.

Comments

[Peter Horne]

Pity. I was so looking forward to your article on ant farming.
It would have been a trip down memory lane for me. I well remember the look of pride on my father's face when I lassoed my first ant. I was twenty-six at the time. It was my job, as a child, to look after the cockroaches we used to ride the range (my father's name for the window-box we kept at the thirteenth storey flat where we lived at the time).
Ah well. Maybe next time.