Editorial

Abstract

There is a humorous old anecdote, told perhaps to greatest effect by the American novelist David Foster Wallace (1962–2006) to open his speech to the graduating class of Kenyon College in 2003: There are these two young fish swimming along, and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says, “Morning, boys, how's the water?” And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and then goes, “What the hell is water?”