When I was twenty-seven, I did something really rather stupid … Actually, I almost certainly did many stupid things that year – I was, after all, twenty-seven – but this is the only one I remember because it went on to indelibly shape the future course of my life. When I first met Brenin, I was a young assistant professor of philosophy at the University of Alabama, and he was six-weeks old, a cuddly little teddy bear of a wolf cub. At least, he was sold to me as a wolf, but it is very likely that he was wolf-dog mix. Whatever he was, he grew up.
- The Philosopher and the Wolf: Lessons from the Wild on Love, Death, and Happiness by Mark Rowlands
- The Philosopher and the Wolf: Lessons from the Wild on Love, Death, and Happiness by Mark Rowlands
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