We need a model of empathy: that word, currently fashionable, and therefore, lackluster, is an elixir against the world’s ferocity, difficult though it may be to find it uncorrupted by fictions. The model is my father, empathic to the highest degree. Our lives, as his children, still amount to a desperate attempt to resemble him, or at least to not do anything[…]to cause him grief.
— Jul 26, 2024 07:08PM
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