You just can't believe the truth when it's so simple. You announced, as you often do, that something reminded you of a joke. I highlighted what you wrote above the joke and hit reply. I read no further. Hence, I didn't read the joke, which I'm sure was just a masterpiece of wit and humor. My life is impoverished by that choice, I'm sure.
Similarly, seeing what's lying ahead, I'm not going to waste my time about with your analysis of me, scholarship, and whatever other crap you offer in the service of yourself. If you had anything to teach worth knowing, perhaps I'd bother, but the ship sailed a long time ago for that.
You're so cock-sure of yourself, your superiority, and yet you can't parse Fuller. Why would I take stock in your ability to interpret anything with more complexity or subtlety than a limerick?
================================== Michael Paul Goldenberg 6655 Jackson Rd. #136 Ann Arbor, MI 48103 734 644-0975 (c) 734 786-8425 (h) firstname.lastname@example.org
"You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way it does not exist." F. Nietzsche ==================================