So, what did Diderot mean by calling his thoughts harlots? That his thoughts were immoral? That his notions were wicked? That his ideas were depraved? That his dissolute mind was spewing forth figments of shameful introspection, or meditation that was wanton and promiscuous? If you think like this, you must be a speaker of English.

I am aware that contributors to this part of the Solution Hole Press dot com Internet site should stick close to the heart of the matter, the solution hole metaphor, but I want to speak about a matter of the heart—keeping chickens in my back yard—and, I promise, I will…

As a bibliophile, I find myself writing this article for a new literary and art blog, named The Solution Hole Press. From my understanding of the metaphor being used, the solution hole, the blog’s underpinning, is to find deep in the muck those voices from the past that have been lost, or waylaid, on their passage to posterity.