For a couple weeks I’ve been reading Robert D. Richardson’s William James: In the Maelstrom of American Modernism. It’s a lengthy book, and I’ve been fairly busy these past few weeks, but I have no excuse: the book is taking me longer to finish than I had hoped.

I sometimes have the book with me at church. This morning one of my junior church students saw it and said, “You’re still reading that book?”

Point taken.