Epstein Secrets

ht also be surprised at my choice of benchmarks in verse and economics. Masefield and Mill? A consensus might have picked T. S. Elliot, say, and Lord Keynes. Masefield and Mill are likelier to be remembered as old-fashioned fuddy-duddies already outmoded when they wrote. But that’s me. I am Don Quixote. N

b paragraph on growth. The candidates for third seem well behind. Maybe Jevons or John Rae or Leon Walras. Time has not been kind to the teachings of Keynes. I would now rank his teacher Alfred Marshall higher. I like Myrdal’s magnificent ex ante - ex post distinction. Boehm Bawerk and the Austrian school

Nota single idol in my pantheons in those three fields was born after 1900, although that could change in economics. My pantheon in music is Bach, Beethoven, Schubert, Wagner and Mahler. Mahler, the last-born, died in 1911 at 51. What about Mozart? Clearly colossal. Listen to the slow movements of almost

tic properties of light like a talisman. In his essay called Newton, the Man, the early 20" Century Cambridge Don and economic theorist, John Maynard Keynes, said that the Newton of the chapel followed “...certain mystic clues which God had laid about the world to allow a sort of philosopher’s treasure hu

n of Charley Parker’s flatted fifth and ninth to the dominant seventh chord led suddenly somewhere else and she knew it. Hearing my arrangement of a Beethoven piano piece become a HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_013508 mix of classical and modern jazz themes that | called “How High the Moonlight Sonata,” she laughed lasc

tire world was pulled into the fire. “In the autumn of 1919, in which I write, we are at the dead season of our fortunes,” the economist John Maynard Keynes wrote after the Paris Peace Conference settled The Great War, dimly aware that an even deader season lay somewhere in the future in the form of anoth

fast-moving financial product, a miracle medical cure, an idea, a smashed up sound - is like the first time you looked at a Matisse painting or heard Beethoven (or Orbital). It switched on a new sensibility. But you have probably had - or will shortly - another moment. This is the instant a cold and creeping

ooking back on his formative years, before Europe was ground up in the First World War, the powerfully brilliant and sensitive economist John Maynard Keynes bitterly recalled the iron certainty of his set of friends and their confident, diffident arrogance: “We were not aware that civilization was a thin

in an instant. The Long Now project, then, was like one of those carefully isolated arctic freezers, where samples of essential grains and DNA from Beethoven’s hair and Einstein’s brain are sunk and iced against the godforbid day in which our basic feedstock or a chunk of humanity has been wiped out by acc