Freud

In the depths of my heart I can't help being convinced that my dear fellow-men, with a few exceptions, are worthless.

Freud

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Read Scott McLemee's profile of me at InsideHigherEd.com and Maureen Corrigan's review on NPR's "Fresh Air." Listen to a radio interview with Christopher Lydon. Here's an online symposium on What Are Intellectuals Good For? at Crooked Timber. And here's another profile of me at Times Higher Education.

Contact George:

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