A Brief Constitutional

On Monday, I sat down to work with the firm intention of ignoring the flu symptoms that had been bothering me over the weekend and just motoring on through. This did not turn out well. In a pinch you can't really count on the mind-body dualism to give the results you want.

So I don't have a column running today -- and it looks like the blog post I made here on Monday morning (which barely even counted for warm-up writing) may be the high point of my output for the week. And after hitting "publish" on this one, I'll probably just go back to bed.

First, though, let me thank Rachel Rosenfelt for putting up, at The New Inquiry, extracts from my review of John B. Thompson's book Merchants of Culture. I wish that review had been twice as long, since there were so many things it would have been good to include in it. The book itself deserves all the attention it can get.

So it seems to me still, even in so beleagured a condition as this. And on that note, I go off to consume 16 ounces of water or juice per hour, as commanded by my spouse, who in matters of health has never steered me wrong.