An excessively discursive book that just gets more and more sanctimonious as it goes? (Or stoned.) We parted ways strongly over the big-souled, small-souled, no-souled thing (eeesh)(also this), and he never won me back over. Given his other smug dismissals throughout the book, I’m sure he’d say I missed the point, and I’m okay with that. I probably don’t exist anyway. 🙂