"And a day later round the coffee pot at the Institution of Higher Learning I’ll be told that tonight was all just chemical reactions and brain states. Certified experts with PhDs in philosophy (though none of them loves wisdom) will tell me I’m just wagging my tail.
There’s not a child or a dog that can show these poor bastards the error of their ways. I’ll bet the sonsabitches are mad because they couldn’t get their Marxist Volvos out of their Humean driveways."
My sentiments exactly. Reads like a prose poem. Don't live in snow country if you can't handle it eh? Heh.
