Thank you all for taking the time to reassure me that you are there, reading and enjoying what I have written. I feel a little like Sally Field accepting her second Oscar, who said, famously, “I can't deny the fact that you like me, right now, you like me.” Your comments mean more to me than I can adequately say.
Why do they matter so much to me? Not a trivial question for me to contemplate. When I was young, I was more or less oblivious of the opinions of others. I did not even read many of the reviews of my books. I had had my say, and I was moving on, rather like an Impressionist painter [or so I imagined] who finished one canvas of sunflowers and began another. But now, I am old. In six weeks, I will turn eighty-five, and though that is, needless to say, only one year older than I am now, somehow the number has a certain resonance. I want desperately to believe that the world is not quite yet ready to leave me behind, as it does all of us sooner or later.
I remarked a while back that in the building of which I am the “precinct rep” here at my retirement community, there are three people who are ten or eleven years older than I, making me feel middle-aged. I shall try not to think of myself as old until I reach ninety.
So I shall continue writing and posting, and also teaching for as long as Columbia will have me. In the Spring I shall give a lecture here at UNC Chapel Hill on “A Game-Theoretic Critique of John Rawls’ A Theory of Justice,” which will be videotaped and posted on YouTube.
Now I must prepare my Tuesday Columbia lecture. A little later today, I shall write a lengthy post setting forth a portion of what I plan to say. It is a critical look at the received Story of America and a sketch of an alternative and true story.
But again, thank you all.
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