This article is worth the time of any, like me, who find themselves both broadly sympathetic to progressive causes and yet wearied and generally opposed to the bien-pensant voices for those causes currently preeminent in the American Media.
Here's the intro, to whet your appetite:
Friday, June 1, 2018
On Jordan Peterson, a current bete noire for all sorts of bien-pensant intellectuals, who tend to misrepresent his moderate (even banal) ideas, reframing them as hyperbolic, straw man arguments they proceed to diminish with great self-congratulation (see the recent piece in the NYTimes, for one of many examples).
Tuesday, March 20, 2018
No doubt by this behaviour they meant only to shew that, if there were things in the world which they themselves lacked — in this instance, certain prerogatives which the old lady enjoyed, and the privilege of her acquaintance — it was not because they could not, but because they did not choose to acquire them. But they had succeeded in convincing themselves that this really was what they felt; and it was the suppression of all desire for, of all curiosity as to forms of life which were unfamiliar, of all hope of pleasing new people (for which, in the women, had been substituted a feigned contempt, an artificial brightness) that had the awkward result of obliging them to label their discontent satisfaction, and lie everlastingly to themselves, for which they were greatly to be pitied
Thursday, February 22, 2018
Sunday, January 28, 2018
Canadian thinker Jordan Peterson's intellectual star is very much on the ascendancy these last few months. This interview is a must-read as far as I'm concerned...
The ending especially is worth your time.
Friday, January 26, 2018
“Poor Swann,” said Mme. des Laumes that night to her husband; “he is always charming, but he does look so dreadfully unhappy. You will see for yourself, for he has promised to dine with us one of these days. I do feel that it’s really absurd that a man of his intelligence should let himself be made to suffer by a creature of that kind, who isn’t even interesting, for they tell me, she’s an absolute idiot!” she concluded with the wisdom invariably shown by people who, not being in love themselves, feel that a clever man ought to be unhappy only about such persons as are worth his while; which is rather like being astonished that anyone should condescend to die of cholera at the bidding of so insignificant a creature as the common bacillus.
Monday, January 22, 2018
I've never read it. So far these two passages have caught my attention.
You are disputing of your generals.
One would have lingering wars with little cost;
Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
A third thinks, without expense at all,
By guileful fair words peace may be obtain’d.
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
Tuesday, January 2, 2018
I don't think any great novel has been cynical. I don't think any great art has ever been cynical. To be cynical is fundamentally to deconstruct, to carp, to cavil. The test of greatness, the core residuum of its existence, by contrast is of making--building. I don't say that there must, in a great work, be no trace at all of cynicism--for to make the universe is to make a universe complete, and no universe is complete without cynicism. I suggest only that it cannot be the animating force, the core elemental structuring device.