When I was twelve, I was interviewed by
a doctoral candidate in
education and asked what I wanted
to be when I grew up.
I said that I wanted either to be
a philosopher or a clown,
and I understood then, I think that much
depended on whether or not
I found the world worth philosophising
about, and what the price of
seriousness might be. I was not sure I
wanted to be a philosopher,
and I confess that I have never quite
overcome that doubt.