June 5, 2021:
He said he had read Copleston, all of it, over a weekend, at age 15, and understood it.
It was typical of the narcissistic superficiality of the males of his family.
His father was one of the most shallow-yet-arrogant pseudo-intellectuals I've encountered. A professor of Philosophy whose entire mentation was stereotypes.
The females of the family were largely invisible, except the one gregarious older sister, and the younger who was raped and murdered. I don't think I ever heard the mother speak a single word.
He and I spent time, for a time. It would be exaggerating to say we were friends. I did not have friends at that time. We spent time, for a time, at one time, and I let him know nothing real about me.
That all came to an end with a certain emotional violence I later came to understand as inevitable, given the narcissistic superficiality of the males of his family.
I still pray for the murdered sister.