Proust

There is not a man or woman in the world the possession of whom is as precious as that of the truths which he or she reveals to us by causing us to suffer.

Proust

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Read Scott McLemee's profile of me at InsideHigherEd.com and Maureen Corrigan's review on NPR's "Fresh Air." Listen to a radio interview with Christopher Lydon. Here's an online symposium on What Are Intellectuals Good For? at Crooked Timber. And here's another profile of me at Times Higher Education.

Contact George:

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