In The End, The Humanities Can Only

A Truly Common Culture Is Not One In Which We All Think Alike, Or In Which We All Believe That Fairness Is Next To Godliness, But One In Which Everyone Is Allowed To Be In On The Project Of Cooperatively Shaping A Common Way Of Life.

Writing Seems To Rob Me Of My Being: It Is A Second Hand Mode Of Communication, A Pallid, Mechanical Transcript Of Speech, And So Always At One Remove From My Consciousness.

Christian Faith, As I Understand It, Is Not Primarily A Matter Of Signing On For The Proposition That There Exists A Supreme Being, But The Kind Of Commitment Made Manifest By A Human Being At The End Of His Tether, Foundering In Darkness, Pain, And Bewilderment, Who Nevertheless Remains Faithful To The Promise Of A Transformative Love.

The Most Compelling Confirmation Of Marx's Theory Of History Is Late Capitalist Society. There Is A Sense In Which This Case Is Becoming Truer As Time Passes.

The Conversion Of Agnostic High Tories To The Anglican Church Is Always Rather Suspect. It Seems Too Pat And Predictable, Too Clearly A Matter Of Politics Rather Than Faith.