| | I agree: this was a nice little essay.
I have to say, though, that anything about a New York (or The New Yorker) always sounds like it is coming from Frank -- in You've Got Mail: the greatest living expert on Julius and Ethel Rosenberg who could never be with someone who didn't take politics seriously.
Like Michael Dickey, I found that paragraph perhaps the definitive one. I also liked this.
This is, to me, the synthesis of this worldview with which I now found myself disenchanted: that everything is always wrong.
But in my life, a brief review revealed, everything was not always wrong, and neither was nor is always wrong in the community in which I live, or in my country. Further, it was not always wrong in previous communities in which I lived, and among the various and mobile classes of which I was at various times a part.
And, I wondered, how could I have spent decades thinking that I thought everything was always wrong at the same time that I thought I thought that people were basically good at heart?
I think that also sums up much of how many of us experience Objectivism. We rage at the outrages, yet insist that these people are rational enough to be argued into the beliefs we want them to have... And... nonetheless... it all sort of goes along quite nicely ...
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