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When we are learning, almost by definition, we are going through the harrowing, humbling experience of recognizing how ignorant we really were up until this very minute.
The first [misconception] is that philosophy itself will make you shrewd and dangerous, whereas, in fact, it will teach you to be a fatuous imbecile, but to feel satisfied with your own fatuousness (and, thus, departments of philosophy have neither been the laboratories of revolution, nor even the dodgeball tournaments of revolution).
Sooner or later, Sam is going to die. What are people going to say about him after he’s dead? That he was a good man? That he was a kind man? That he accomplished something great, or even that he had great aspirations that he never accomplished, but that show the goodness of his intentions in this life, in this world?