Monday, February 13, 2012
How to Eat the Moon
This idea I have of a "classical education" is feeling really huge today. Montaigne's Essays (which apparently the Who's Who of academia for the last few centuries has adored ) is not jiving with me. I miss Saint Augustine. I keep glancing longingly at my untouched copy of City of God. I feel like I'm trying to move too fast. I could have spent years on Confessions.
I put Essays down this morning and started listening to Sarah Bakewell's book: How to Live: Or a Life of Montaigne in One Question and Twenty Attempts at an Answer. She is really enthusiastic about this guy. She thinks his personality is just charming. Was I raised in Plato's cave? I confess I had never heard of Montaigne until I started my quest.
The more I learn, the more I realize what I don't know. It feels like trying to eat the moon, one spoonful at a time.