I'm sorry, Eric.
Thanks very much Judy, but let me also emphasize that it was several years ago. Traumatic memories are always vivid. That's why I blather on about it. It was the only time in my life, however, that I can remember my entire body being soaked with sweat. My pants, for example, were sopping wet with my own sweat -- as though they had been pulled out of a washing machine. My socks were wet my own sweat. There was nowhere to sit down, and no use for it but instantly showering. Like playing six nonstop hours of tennis in one's street clothes. All compressed into twenty minutes. Granted, it's not a philosophical argument, but one wishes philosophy had more room for intense experience ... though maybe Robert Paul hit the nail when he quoted Nussbaum's: "That there might be other ways of being precise, other conceptions of lucidity and completeness that might be held to be more appropriate for ethical thought—this was, on the whole, neither asserted or even denied." Best, Eric ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html