[I hope you enjoyed last week’s post inspired by The Myth of Sisyphus, and were not disappointed, like the reader who misread it as The Myth of Syphilis (or, The World’s Most Absurde Excuse for not Wearing a Condom). I have a vision, now, of a rakish intellectual lounging on la rive gauche, writing such a treatise. Maybe la rive gauche de la Gowanus….]
I remember, as a younger man, or, more, likely, a teenager — because teenagers are given to Deep Thoughts — hearing friends tell of how their outlook on, or approach to, life had radically changed at a particular age. Continue reading Mr. Personality