The man sitting next to me on my flight back from Hawaii was intently reading Chomsky on Anarchism. That just strikes me as wrong.
The man sitting next to me on my flight back from Hawaii was intently reading Chomsky on Anarchism. That just strikes me as wrong.
Reminds me of a summer 45 years ago when I toted Shakespeare to the pool with me every day, partly to get me some culture and partly to impress the girls. Didn’t work on either level.