books

so there it was: Emerson filled the remaining $15.06 needed on top of the cheap plastic pretend play doctor kit... how is it possible?

a petition to preserve Spartan dignity in misfortune takes us back to Solon's warning

an answer, perhaps the answer, to "what we fight for?", "what we die for?" and, most importantly "what we live for?"

against my (acquired) skepticism of anything published in the last 50 years (exceptions: Kazuo Ishiguro's novels, The Selfish Gene), I picked up Nassim N. Taleb's Antifragile.

in every man's life, however splendid or modest, there are episodes that mark one's journey as a reader or as a person. Reading Samuel Johnson's essays is both a personal and a reader milestone.

for what would so soon destroy all the order of society, and deform life with violence and ravage, as a permission to every one to judge his own cause...

the assignment of prices by the invisible hand of the market reveals how we value certain things in relation to other things. This unveiling is quite amusing some times, harrowing in other occasions.

a sword is perpetually suspended over our head. We dread our very guards, we distrust our companions.