As I prepare for my first Marx lecture, I turn naturally to the Bible for passages I shall quote. Re-reading the opening lines of the Gospel According to John, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God,” in my head I hear the lovely Yiddish accent of the great scholar Harry Austryn Wolfson speaking about the Preexistent Logos of Neo-Platonic philosophy, and that in turn leads me to reflect how extraordinarily fortunate I was, as a young teen-ager, to sit at the feet of three great teachers: Willard Van Orman Quine, Harry Austryn Wolfson, and Clarence Irving Lewis. From Quine, during my very first semester as an undergraduate, I learned standards of clarity and precision that became a beacon for me as I went on to write philosophy myself. From Wolfson, I learned what it is truly to be a scholar, and I understood that that honorific title would forever and appropriately be denied me. From Lewis, I learned that it was possible to combine philosophical rigor and clarity with a passionate commitment to the truth. I have spent a great deal of time and energy struggling against Harvard’s inadequate commitment to principles of justice, but I must confess, after all these years, that I got a pretty good education there two-thirds of a century ago.