When my father lay dying in a Florida hospital, he asked me whether there was God and an afterlife. I was in a quandary. If I said yes, I would have betrayed my sworn conviction. (Perhaps I should have anyway.) But I certainly didn't want to say no. I chose a middle way: I don't know. Let the poor man have his bit of terminal hope.Even though he is a great universal panacea, I still find it surprising how many intell…
SOURCE: John Simon at 10:34PM on September 2, 2013