This decaying sense.

About a week ago, I nearly dismantled my entire bookshelf, and the floor (which really ought to be considered a sort of ancillary bookshelf, given how many books it holds and how little complaining it does), and the rest of the apartment in search of my copy of Hobbes’ Leviathan.
Not something many would drive themselves [...]

Filed away for future reference.

Can you indeed deliver a turnip to Nebraska, on motorcycle, in three days’ time?
Because this may become at some point important –
one knows not precisely when.

CURSE YOU, DAYLIGHT SAVINGS.

It is 6:15 p.m. here and it is still light. Something in my internal clock-mechanism tells me this is against nature and also that it presages awful things to come.
Meanwhile, I have both (A) a “dissertation distribution” date, and (B) a defense date. These are four weeks apart so that my [...]

“A motion of the soule.”

I’m plugging away at my final chapter, which is on brains and wombs. You had to be there: it made sense at the time, I swear.
Imagination is the common link between these two, in the seventeenth century, I argue. Because I cannot for the life of me write a chapter in [...]

Read your Plato.

This month, at Open Letters Monthly, I reviewed Jonah Lehrer’s new book, How We Decide. Lehrer wrote Proust Was A Neuroscientist, which I reviewed last year, and with which I have, let us say, ideological differences. (As a humanities scholar, I cannot agree with his offhand use of art and literature to [...]