I must confess, I hate the guy in black interviewing Searle. I’m sorry. I don’t know who he is, I don’t know if he’s really that hateable, but that oozy, uppity, falsely-yielding smirk of his, reeking of ‘oh,-all-philosophy-is-so-easy’ makes me nervy. I’ve stumbled across him one or twelve times. I hate him. Why is he dangling his head like that? “John,” [dangle-dangle-dangle] “consciousness seems …”
Searle, on the other hand, is starting more and more to embody every person’s ideal, smart, agreeable grandpa.