I am now home, after getting home Sunday (flight problems left us grounded a night in Amsterdam), sleeping, driving to the beach, listening to papers, giving my urban sprawling what-the-hell? essay on Sellars, listening to papers, driving back home, and finally really and truly getting home. I am now back in my office, prepping to begin the Seven Deadly Sins. I am tired–but not complaining. It’s been a wonderful and exhausting month. Good to be home again again.
“Urban sprawling what-the-hell?”, used as a single adjectival expression, is one of those off the cuff neologisms that makes one think: my afternoon will be *wasted* if I don’t find a way to use that in a sentence or two.
Does one begin the seven deadly sins? Sometimes, up late at night, I feel they begin me.
I know that late-night thought too.
http://www.cup.columbia.edu/book/978-0-231-15372-0/philosophical-temperaments/excerpt