But maybe you’re right, maybe I don’t know anything except say, the metaphor in Moby Dick, or what symbols in The Great Gatsby represent god. Perhaps I only study the Bible and the Torah, so that I can be a rude brash dick to those who disagree with me. Possibly, I can recite two of Shakespeare’s longer monologues or sonnets, which begin, “Boil, Boil, Toil and Trouble” and “All the world’s a stage”, not that you would care, because since you know me better than I know my self, I perceive you to be uncultured swine. It’s feasible that I listen to vinyl and that I know that it does, and why it does, sound better than something of iTunes. And of course, it is conceivable that I have read more books than you ever will in a life time. In summation, you are right. I know nothing, and I should be educated in “The Real World”, because I am obviously an incredibly stupid person.