Lots of work to do this week; write an essay explaining how Rome’s emperors had power despite not actually holding the title of “emperor,” and get a Power Wheels truck to wander around a room without hitting the walls. I’ll try to write this weekend.
I’ve been pondering the incongruity between these two points:
1) Nearly everyone thinks of themselves as a good person (including the person who cut you off in traffic)
2) Some (or most) people are assholes; the people that I think are assholes surely don’t think of themselves in the same light.
Update: As usual, David Foster Wallace provides some help.