Joseph Epstein's Four Volumes of Mini-Biographies

Picture Thomas Sowell, that old warrior of the mind, sitting at his desk, sifting through the wreckage of human folly. His right hemisphere? Hell if I know how it hums. Does he commune with the Tao, feel the pulse of the cosmos in his bones? Not my place to say,

Edgar Cayce, the “Sleeping Prophet” (1877-1945), was a peculiar figure, a lanky Kentuckian who slipped into some kind of trance-like stupor and spouted answers to life’s mysteries like a backwoods oracle. Over 14,000 of his mutterings were scribbled down by diligent stenographers, responses to questions from 6,000

I only have the single volume "Section," but it's enjoyable