I just read this wonderfully poignant comment about Tim Russert's recent passing:
Here's a man who made a handsome living following his passion. He loved his job and his family avidly and deliberately. He spent his last days with his family, sans any forecast of finality. What a luxury. He passed on immediately while doing what he loved. No villain, no tragedy, no undignified reduction of passion or power. He went out like God's Own Hero, an undramatic and sudden exit, scooping up life with both hands one moment and dead the next. He passed as angels pass. Well done, sir!
A Few Words About Words
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*Language*.
there is no philosophy without it, inasmuch as it lies at the basis of all
thought; on the other hand, philosophers will be seduced by it as ...
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