foucault got nothin on these fools

Some man I once knew and maybe(?) loved had me read his copy of The Language Instinct, which made me "maybe love" him all the more. Years later I got Dre to steal me a copy from the usc bookstore that's now sitting on my mantle. This is by way of saying: read it, and watch this!, and Stephen Pinker is cool kids club of the old school.