"One must resolve still more firmly to run some slight risk of encouraging the canting and self-righteous anti-Americanism that in Europe today so commonly masquerades as well-informed criticism of this country.... The appropriation of some of this self-criticism by foreign ideologies for purposes that go beyond its original scope or intention is an inevitable hazard. But the possibility that a sound enterprise in self-correction may be overheard and misused is the poorest of reasons for suspending it"--Anti-Intellectualism in American Life (1963 preface)
Dreamed of visiting New York City; quoting the famous Midnight Cowboy line (said by a country boy who's moved to NYC) "Uh, well sir, I ain't a f'real cowboy. But I am one helluva stud!"
Headache.
Dinner was spaghetti.
Started reading Richard Hofstadter's Anti-Intellectualism in American Life. Looks like it's still relevant four decades later.
Saw Hou Xiaoxian's The Time to Life and The Time to Die at the Cinematheque. It's quite a good story about growing up in postwar Taiwan.
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