I've come to that time in the semester where even the students should be able to recognize my impatience with Plato. Not necessarily with Socrates mind you, and I spend way too much time in class explaining exactly what that means, particularly when we're not reading
the Republic. I'm so tired of Plato that now I'm eager to get to Kant; that will give some of you an indication of exactly how tired I am.
The rest of you will just have to take my word for it: Kant is boring. I found this quote
online about Kant, the notoriously dull and predictable citizen of Königsberg:
"Legend has it that he interrupted his routine only twice: once when he was so excited by reading Rousseau’s Emile that he could not bring himself to leave his house, and once when he paused during his walk, during a summer’s day in 1789, to read a newspaper billboard which announced that there had been a revolution in France."
Imagine that: the hausfraus of Königsberg couldn't set their clocks because of a revolution on the other side of the continent. Oy!