Chose the medieval mind after a single evensong in the cathedral, sitting near the tomb where careful, patient reasoning has been kept warm for thirteen centuries, and realizing the old questions about the soul and the order of being were never quaint, just unfashionable. A favorite quiet argument, unresolved, is with a colleague over whether Bede would have enjoyed the curry house by the river. Believes most people give up on the medievals a chapter too early.