What I got out of Herzog's "Even Dwarfs Start Small":
- I learned that cockfighting is beautiful.
- For the first time in my life, I conceptualized a few of the realities of dwarf subcultures (and was often proven that I was actually pretty far off the mark).
- It made me realize that there are a few really wild places left in Europe.
- It taught me that chickens can become cannibalistic.
- It made me think intensely about Samuel Beckett, which I hadn't done in a while.
- It made me think about neurology.
- It made me think about acting, in new ways (acting is, ultimately, making choices about how you represent yourself to others).
- I learned something I didn't know: "The plural of the word dwarf was historically spelled dwarfs, but fantasy author J. R. R. Tolkien used the plural dwarves, which has entered general usage. However, the older spelling is still actively used."