On Tuesday, I shall make my last trip of the semester to LaGuardia, thence by M60 bus to Columbia. Even if I can teach at Columbia next Fall, it will be nine months before I again visit the Big Apple. I think I had three sabbatical leaves during my fifty year career, but by my count I taught twenty-three courses in that half century either as moonlighting or during Summer sessions. Next semester, I shall once more teach at UNC Chapel Hill in the Philosophy Department [“Karl Marx’s Critique of Capitalism.”] I have said here that I will also record a series of lectures on Hume’s Theory of Knowledge, but at eighty-six [as I shall be then] that may be a trifle ambitious.
The evidence suggests that I like to teach. I rather suspect that as I lie on my death bed, my last words will be, “For next week, I would like you to read …”