Tag Archives: Camille Paglia

Philosophy, that frigid space

My friend-who-used-to-be-a-disciple is much more complex than painted by my dismissively broad brush yesterday. He would tell you that, in spite of the heart attack, his experience was valuable, and that he still believes his guru has access to a … Continue reading

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