I should be going to the university today, talking to a graduate studies advisor; maybe my conscience, and obscure sense of panic/dread of what will happen if I don't will get me there yet, if not today almost certainly tomorrow. But idly, like the dilettante and aristocrat that most inwardly I feel myself to be, I want to tie up a few loose blog-ends. To wit, more Lacunae: Lacan, Derrida, Foucault, Levi-Strauss, Leo Strauss, Gertrude Himmelfarb, Irving Kristol, and their child of fascist evil William Kristol (I think of the Kristols as being analogous to Milton's unholy trinity of Satan, Sin and Death), Stephen Jay Gould, and that monster of prurient, fatuous pretence Joseph Campbell. Not so much gaps, to my way of thinking, as less-than-nothings about which I already feel I know too much.