Is there anything worse than a Summer cold? Well, yes. But Summer colds still stink. If I’m slow on the uptake in responding to posts, it’s because I’m in agony with a burning throat and am busy practicing my coughing and sniffling. I’ve been reading Francois Cusset’s French Theory before bed for the last few days and have found myself thoroughly depressed by his analysis of the American university system, academic professionalization, and the withdrawal of philosophy from public life. Perhaps this is why I’ve fallen ill. Who is it we’re talking to anyway?