Twitter has turned Foucault’s fear of the Panopticon into a self-imposed reality.
Here inside the Cave, I can only see the shadows of what’s outside.
Goethe’s offhand observation that the test of civilization is conversation is insightful.
Contemporary poetry demonstrates that Wordsworth’s belief that poetry ought to be in the everyday “real language of men” was misguided.
She’s so Popperian, only give me marginal fashion suggestions. She probably doesn’t believe in Induction as science, either.