Sleepless and pensive, I pick up the Pensees. (The entire book is available online, yet I — who spend the better part of every day reading a computer screen — paid for a print edition. This may say something about the current prospects for e-books.) Pascal’s jottings are a glorious mess. I love this book for passages like this: For, in fact, what is man in nature? A Nothing in comparison with the Infinite, an All in comparison with the... Read more