I am living in two worlds, and it is disorienting. My mind is entirely absorbed by preparations for my Columbia class. On Tuesday I begin what will be three classes – six hours – devoted to explicating the first ten chapters of Capital. On my morning walks, I deliver little interior lectures, organizing my thoughts in a coherent narrative that weaves together literary theory, economic theory, English history, and ideological critique in a seamless, comprehensible series of lectures. As I work in my head, I am oblivious of the world around me, and despite the dramatic nature of the material I am explicating, I am at peace with myself.
At the same time, the world is exploding. I am so furious about the confirmation of Kavanagh that I can scarcely contain myself. I hang on the responses to the anonymous NY TIMES Op Ed. I watch Kamal Harris and Corey Booker light into Kavanagh, positioning themselves for the 2020 presidential race. And of course, I kvell as Serena Williams blasts her way to the finals of the U. S. Open.
The New York trip was a greater physical effort for me than I anticipated. It is clear that I shall need a day or two to recover after each expedition. I suppose at eighty-four I should have been prepared. Todd, a youthful whippersnapper in his late seventies, is off to Mexico, having returned from Chile in time for our class. Ah, youth.