Some years ago, while dining with a group of guys, a man (also sixty-something) asked me a question I’ve never forgotten. He asked, “What are the most important books you’ve ever read?” It was a great question because (a) it wasn’t small talk, (b) I had to think about it, and (c) it sounded offhand, but it was pretty deep. I also surprised myself with h…
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