I’ve have almost no knowledge whatsoever of things that would, in another time and place, be considered fundamental parts of a basic education: I’ve read almost none of the classics of English literature, I’ve never knowingly read a poem, I know very little about art history, and I’ve never opened the Bible.
Seriously, I don’t know that — at the age of 40 or thereabouts — I would admit this. It just seems like an admission of something I can’t put my finger on at the moment.
