Calling bullshit has a venerable intellectual pedigree.
Read MoreWhen he needed to let off steam after a period of arduous work, Wittgenstein had two principal remedies: go see a movie at the local cinema—ideally a lowbrow American Western—or go for a long walk along the River Cam.
Read MoreHouse lights down, music cranked up to eleven, the diffuse buzz of pre-show chatter zeroes in on the two figures taking the stage. TJ: boyish […]
Read MoreAs a child, I rooted for the Three Little Pigs as well as for Wilbur in Charlotte’s Web, and I delighted in the company of Piglet. I also ate ham sandwiches for lunch.
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