stop making sense

When I read Stanley Fish's blog (see side links), I see that there is something hopelessly youthful about this blog, something only the self-indulgence of my age could ever possibly permit. I don't presently care to talk about American politics over the politics of the soul. I will talk about them both, and juggle them with the tenacity and ignorance of a young man in the density of a crowd, knowing that I held my banner firm and high, in penetrating but narrow earnestness.