I might go see Dr. Pinker next week.
I sold his book to someone last weekend, for $2.
In 1994, I think I sent him some fan mail. I know he responded by email. Last night I was going through my stuff and found an envelope from his office. Nothing was in the envelope, and I don’t remember what he sent me, or even what he might have sent me. Hmm.
So I might go see him. If my house is empty by tomorrow night, I might even buy the new book. The title is slightly reminiscent of Whorfism, but I know Pinker’s not a eskimo-snow heretic. I think it wasn’t long ago I was trying to explain what mentalese was.
So maybe I’ll go see him. Maybe.