In New Jersey, folks don’t as much “go to the beach” as they go “down the shore.” Yesterday we went “down the shore” to Point Pleasant Beach. In fact, we went down to the boardwalk, down by the sea. Sun, surf, seafood, miniature golf (!), a pleasant stroll with lots of people watching… a good time was had by all (except for Catherine, who suffered a slight sports injury on the links).

Locke opens the door a crack and we can see some introductory structure for the layers and layers of philosophy and ethics critique that he has been folding and rolling, buttering and folding and rolling, like some sort of literary phyllo dough at Mystic Bourgeoisie. He’ll never eat lunch in that town again.