The self exists to be true to itself, and it can only be so insofar as it sloughs off the heteronomous influences of society. The unhappy result is that “we are all expressive individuals now.”

James Matthew Wilson reviews Carl Trueman’s The Rise and Triumph of the Modern Self

The old ways have not died. Enchantment remains. The very soul of baseball seems up for grabs, with mystery, enchantment, and superstition on the one hand, and science, disenchantment, and statistics on the other.

Jeffrey Waldon on Christopher Beha’s The Index of Self-Destructive Acts