Difficult evening. Ante faciam frigorum eius, quis sustainabit?
Perhaps related -- although the usual dawn workout went fine, when I returned to the books, higher thought proved elusive. Like a fog staring into a cloud. αρτον εχουσιον not on the menu. Will have to redouble the scholarly focus, now that I seem to have the ability to survive some of the the other things, by the grace of something or other.
Which poses a unique difficulty, as it's not a quality that folks usually possess or work to possess, and there's nothing in my present social role that would indicate that I'm capable of it, or should be wasting my time with it. I alone understand the necessity of it. I would do nothing else, if I could.
Even the most brutal authoritarian governments provide a place of internal exile for the dissident and the dissentient. The market-based society simply closes the door and waits for them to vanish from the threshold, one way or another.