In the past decade or so, there’s been a flowering of philosophical self-help—books authored by academics but intended to instruct us all. You can learn How to Be a Stoic, How to Be an Epicurean or How William James Can Save Your Life; you can walk Aristotle’s Way and go Hiking with Nietzsche.
. . . and if there was any doubt as to how fleeting the summer months are, one week of wimbledon, the world’s oldest & most prestigious tennis tournament, has already come and gone, unavoidably missed, due to wonderful projects and whirlwind travels, but, happily, still the final week left of royal attendees and crisp summer whites, impossible excitement and, of course, strawberries & cream . . .