“Judgment”. We can judge things, which is what a judge does, but here you mean judgment–the result of the act of judging.

Christ, no wonder my students get frustrated.

I’m about 150 pages into The Night Manager, and oh boy can I see both Tom Hiddleston and Hugh Laurie in their respective roles. I haven’t started the show yet–not surprising, being that it only premiered a couple nights ago–but I imagine that casting is perfect.

Google severely overestimates the quality of its Android Newsstand if it thinks I’m cool with not having web access to my favorite magazines as a consequence of subscribing through the Newsstand.

From today’s New York Times Morning Brief:

“James Patterson, the world’s best-selling novelist, will start testing a line of short novels that cost less than $5 and can be read in a single sitting.”

I think the word you’re looking for is novella. And, they’re not new.

For now, this is what we know of matter:

A handful of types of elementary particles, which vibrate and fluctuate constantly between existence and nonexistence and swarm in space, even when it seems that there is nothing there, combine together to infinity like the letters of a cosmic alphabet to tell the immense history of galaxies; of the innumerable stars; of sunlight; of mountains, woods, and fields of grain; of the smiling faces of the young at parties; and of the night sky studded with stars.

{Carlo Rovelli, Seven Brief Lessons on Physics, trans. Simon Carnell and Erica Segre (New York: Riverhead Books, 2016), 37-38.}