I once knew a man—let us call him Mr. Granite—who had a talent for moral architecture. He built his opinions the way some people build coastal fortresses: thick walls, narrow gates, and very few windows.
Over coffee, in a place where the chairs were designed to make you leave promptly, Mr. Granite announced, with a pleasant certainty, “I would never do something like that.”
He said it the way people … Read the rest
