I am a hypocrite. I grant it readily. I have read the philosophers (not all of them, thank God). I’ve been tested on the philosophers. I’ll talk about the philosophers, but watch my lip. It curls when I do. I hope I’m untainted. Every four years I’ll watch figure skating, but I’m no closer to buying myself tights. Marx called religion an opiate, and all too often it is. But philosophy is an anesthetic, a shot to keep the wonder away.
