Jonathan Ames’ second Slate diary entry is up, and here’s an excerpt:
….Of course, I haven’t actually read Proust. Or Freud. Or Jung. Or Marx. Or Darwin. And yet I inform my worldview with ideas from all these men. When I try to remember things, I think of Proust. When I get annoyed with my father, I think of Freud. When I think that another human beingâ€”a femaleâ€”will complete me, I think of Jung. When I think of the soul-crushing ennui of most jobs, I think of Marx. When I try to understand why I’m bald, I think of Darwin.