How right M. de St. Colombe was to flee the enticements of the court at Versailles and isolate himself on his country estate, there to spend endless hours perfecting his mastery of the viola da gamba.
At last count, there had been 7,132 views of my first Kant lecture. Already I am asking myself, "What can I do to keep them coming back?" My fantasies run to an international tour, with a back-up quartet of modal logicians and power amps. We could call ourselves The Noumenal Five.
I was wise all those years ago to leave the Ivy League. I suppose this is Andy Warhol's revenge.