robert paul wolff is genuinely such a cute lil guy

Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill; And that in autumn, when the grapes Made sharp air sharper by their smell These had a being, breathing frost;

i feel like a certain genre of philosopher is no longer possible, and it's a largely generational thing. philosophers with breadth as opposed to specialization, wit, charisma, humility, and self-awareness - personally warm-hearted but espousing politics with bite.