I’m trying to hang on to that “magnanimous” feeling tonight.
It’s not going so well.
Montaigne’s essay on pity is worth re-reading.
I spent two weeks in Portland. Lots of homeless, hipsters, and druggies—three overlapping circles in the Venn diagram. Plenty of normal folk as well, along with an abundance of good eateries. I thought the city was mellower than this, although I’m not totally surprised.
Which of Montaigne’s essays is “on pity”? I don’t see one with the word “pity” in its title.
“That Men By Various Ways Arrive At The Same End.” The subject is pity, anyway.
I lived in Portland for 5 years. Went to Reed College.
Democrats in their natural (subsidized) state of mind. Blue Governing Model on display.
Amazing what “deep research” can predict:
I would never attend a college named after an American Bolshevik.
Clicks, sir or madam, I believe it was named after a Portland businessman in 1908
There are many Reeds in America.
The college has its eccentricities, but I attended it because of its Humanities curriculum. For the moment it still requires all freshman study the Greek and Roman classics (which I went on to major in), and offers similar programs in early modern, modern, and Chinese civilization.
Of course politically and ethically, I anticipate you wouldn’t find its atmosphere agreeable. But if you want to remain on courteous and civil terms with a man, you would do well not to cast aspersions on his alma mater. I recognize there are things to be said against it, especially in this society, but I would ask you allow me to reserve that privilege for myself.
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