He doesn’t have digestive organs, so there is no reason to think that he is biologically human in any other respect.

Almost as if she knew that somewhere a college freshman would mock this argument as well, she quickly proposed yet another, saying that the “old world” was composed of billiard balls, and while there are still billiard balls out there, they’re now made of Legos.

The tricky part here is that it has been found that political attitudes and political commitments change around college age: people start voting, and their attitudes become more partisan (Mullainathan and Washington, 2009). It might be argued that all this is simply a product of changing upper-body strength, but to us such a claim would be more than a bit of a stretch.

“I’m very scared, Roland, I’m very scared of the High Christ and the orgonauts”

-phrase that just popped into my head while I was washing my hands

Her paper “The First Person” follows up remarks by Wittgenstein, coming to the now-notorious conclusion that the first-person pronoun, “I”, does not refer to anything (not, e.g., to the speaker).

During 1980, hooligan audiences, especially in South East London, found new live laughs in the shape of Peckham-based piss-artist pranksters Splodgenessabounds, whose brand of coarse comedy and punk energy scored three Top 30 singles that year.

That’s 255 times more music, painting, and the rest, good and bad, glorious and corrupting.  Good Lord.

And who would have imagined that the film “Groundhog Day,” in which the annoyingly smug Bill Murray character comes to see the point of humility and love, epitomizes the process by which virtue is inculcated?

And this is precisely why this is neither a proper “cat story” in the usual sense of the word nor a bare psychological study of human “fanaticism,” but both.

Last holiday our great obsession had been childbirth, on which entrancing subject we were informed remarkably late, having supposed for a long time that a mother’s stomach swelled up for nine months and then burst open like a ripe pumpkin, shooting out the infant.