November 29. Running along the Hudson. In the dark I can’t see the waves on the river, can’t gauge the direction and strength of the wind as I do all the rest of the year, and so I don’t know whether the gusts I feel are exceptions or not.

Compare the way evolutionary psychology is shouted down, and the way evolutionary theory itself was shouted down. Somewhere there must be something that makes us unmistakably human, we can’t be universally at the mercy of something. No, we are obviously not, but where is it, and what is it all about?