I listened to a Tom Woods podcast last night, in which he said he had an excellent debate night at Yale recently. At a time when colleges and universities condemn free speech and open debate, he said Yale upholds it in the highest degree every Tuesday night. I never thought I’d say this, but congrats, Yale. Link to Woods’ account.
I never got through the entire book, but I was sad to see this yesterday: “Robert Pirsig: Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance author dies aged 88.” He rides around the United States with his son and a married couple. He carries a kit to fix his motorcycle. His friend doesn’t. The difference in approach somehow signals an existential divide, but I couldn’t hang with it long enough to get to the bottom of it. The prose is good, and I found it enjoyable overall. My attention simply failed me on my three attempts to read it.
I’m continuing to dip into Dorothy Day’s diaries a few times every week. I think I’m at 1955 (about a third of the way through). There’s lots of great stuff in there, like this, “There is a Russian saying, ‘For every sin of another which we conceal, three of our own are forgiven.'” For a man always tempted to point out others’ faults, and a man who has three times as many, this is poignant advice.