In my book "The Blank Slate," I argued that the human prospect is more tragic than utopian and that we are not stardust, we are not golden and there's no way we are getting back to the garden.
En mi libro "La tabla rasa", planteé que el panorama humano es más trágico que utópico y que no somos polvo de estrellas, no somos de oro y no hay forma de que volvamos al jardín.