Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570
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David Brooks is not a total dick. He's a dick, for sure, but the emotion I feel with him is pitty. I pitty him. He can't really go anywhere but to some place outside the fray; he's put himself in the Catbird's Seat and comes off as, well, a dick. It's like you want to like him and you want him to be an old-school liberal Jew, but he won't do it. Give him credit for at least acknowledging the failures of the GOP.
But between you and me, he's just not a very good analyst , either of American culture or politics. He's just not that smart.
BTW. I heard Andrew Sullivan (with Brooks) on CSPAN yesterday. Like Apples (golden ones) to oranges (moldy ones).
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