Friday, September 25, 2015
Passion trumps reason..............
I had been obsessively, ruminatively, fruitlessly trying to figure out who I was and what I would do without work or love or children to care for. It was like formulating an argument when the premises refuse to yield the conclusion, or analyzing a data set that makes no sense. But if I couldn’t figure myself out, I decided, I could at least try to figure out Desideri, and so I lost myself in his book, and his life.
If a story on good-old-fashioned intellectual sleuthing sparks any interest, you really should read this essay. It has it all.