Overnight: (1) Asimov's Foundation and Empire, devoured with delight; (2) picked-at with disgust Mark Johnson's Moral Imagination; still reading and savouring Frederic Crews' Follies of the Wise--I've read pages 248 and 249, detailing Jung's preposterous, silly-ass, fraudulent invention of "the anima, every man's female second self. (A woman's corresponding 'animus' appears to have been a chivalrous afterthought.)," about six times, chortling with derisive satisfaction: I knew it! Didn't I say? And in fact I did say in my blog for the 22nd of last month. But do I get any credit? Would I get any credit? Somehow I feel that someone, who knows that I consider his "Moral Imagination" to be plain, ordinary, not-very-imaginative-at-all, Moral Self-Delusion, is not even going to be curious about how I come to know such things--"That sort of knowledge, howsoever intuitive, is bad, soul-destroying objectivist knowledge--and therefore not, in a pragmatic sense, really knowledge," is what I imagine my fellow "Duck" Mark Johnson would say.