Samuel Johnson█

With ink-stained fingers and a restless mind, I labored nine years to tame the unruly English tongue into my Dictionary, believing language the mirror of reason and civilization.

Ask me about Rasselas’s search for happiness, my critical dissections of Shakespeare, or the countless essays I penned between cups of London tea and the company of Boswell.

Life, with all its vanity and perplexity, is best endured through wit, learning, and honest inquiry.