My father once told me that he couldn’t understand people who found ideas beautiful, and this was a great surprise to me, for I had assumed that we had that particular tendency in common. We share that same striving, some would say that same obsessive tendency, to pore over some conceptual problem or question and endlessly talk and think and write about…
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