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• “I nee a philosopher!” Hank demanded. “Scott!” Julie shouted. “Hank needs a philosopher.” I am a philosopher. And no one has ever needed me. I rushed to the bathroom. “Hank, Hank! I’m a philosopher. What do you need?”
• I almost always say that I am a lawyer. Unless I am talking to a lawyer; then I say that I’m a law professor, so that I can pull rank. If I am talking to another law professor, though, then I’m definitely a philosopher. But if I am talking to a philosopher, I’m back to being a lawyer. It’s an elaborate shell game, carefully constructed to give me a...
• There is a bit of parenting advice in this book, but most of it is not so practical. Indeed, my main advice is just this: talk to your kids (or somebody else’s). They’re funny as hell—and good philosophers too.
• Every kid—every single one—is a philosopher. They stop when they grow up.
• “Stop worrying about this. It doesn’t matter. You see just fine.” That was the first time someone told me to stop doing philosophy. It was not the last.