Trying to home in on a dissertation topic, I slave away in my room reading Nonsense upon Stilts: Bentham, Burke and Marx on the Rights of Man (Waldron, editor), Utilitarianism and Natural Rights from Hart’s essays in jurisprudence and philosophy, and Jeremy Bentham and Representative Democracy (Rosen).
I then go down to meet John and be fodder for his dissertation (anthropology). By this time my fried brain is capable only of metaphysical gems such as “I like American prime time drama more than British, because it just looks…glossier” and “I don’t like widescreen TVs, they make all the people look misshapen”.
Juxtapositions. I can delude myself no longer. I am clearly a pleb.