"This has the story of the spider in the urinal."Here's how the chapter "Birth Death, and the Meaning of Life," in this book, begins, on page 208:
"Very few Christmas families are talking about a spider in a urinal.... Wait a minute."
"She's blogging."
"She stops Christmas to blog."
One summer more than ten years ago, when I taught at Princeton, a large spider appeared in the urinal of the men's room of 1879 Hall, a buiding that houses the Philosophy Department.
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