A note to Messrs. Mudede and Segal
Greetings. If I wanted to read about 18th and 19th (and hell, 20th) century philosophers, I’d read the goddamn Stranger, which I have to do already, and I’d prefer not to be reminded. So this is the “blog-o-sphere”? I have two words for it: zzz.
I’m reminded of a canard made famous by my old business partner Sam Goldwyn (whom I knew when he was still Shmuel Geldfish, peddling ice from the back of a donkey-drawn cart): “If you have a message, call Western Union.”
Never forget: I am watching you.