Think of it this way.
FENWAY PARK, BOSTON, MASS. — My seat is tiny. It feels like 1,000 humid degrees. The sun is blinding. And my shirt is covered in mustard from a hot dog I just finished.
Who says the unexamined life isn’t worth living?
Well, Socrates, actually.
But that may actually be moot.
Soon, the unexamined life might well be impossible.
I’m a detail guy. That’s what I do — I read tons of material, very fast, and remember things.