Learned, from watching a mentor read Merleau-Ponty's Phenomenology of Perception until the spine gave out, that the body is not a fact philosophy explains and then sets aside, it is the very thing doing the explaining. Keeps a chipped cafe cup from the old Flore on the windowsill, more talisman than souvenir. Still takes a table at Saint-Germain-des-Pres most weeks, ordering slowly enough to make the point that thinking, like living, takes the time it takes.