Classicists should infuriate other humanists, in the way that the handsome scholar-athlete who volunteers to help dyslexic children and is a genuinely nice guy should infuriate the guy who just made it onto the football team and has a hard time keeping up his GPA, or the kid with the great GPA who can't do a pull-up—but they don't hate him, because he's just so good. That, at least, is how this historian feels whenever he reads a classicist.
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