I know, I know: Nietzsche doesn’t rhyme with pizza (unless you pronounce one of them “wrongly”), but this post was simply to be true to our telos, where we mentioned that we not only read together and talk together but also victualize together.
So here’s just a snapshot of what to expect after Seminars get out on Monday nights in Annapolis: sitting, standing, chatting, chewing, mulling, mixing, gaily guzzling, and — we can’t help it — an informal continuation of inquiry into what makes us us. When was the last time you swallowed cheesy bread and brewskis while choking on a friend’s opinion of morality?
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