Today I saw the longest résumé of my life: forty-seven pages long. Forty-seven. Not four; not seven. It was amazing. It’s the résumé of the professor of Judaic thought who’s written “over five hundred books.” There were just pages and pages of publications.

That seems completely impossible — five hundred books? I think he was born in the 30’s; finished his grad work in the 60’s. That gives him forty years of academic life. But let’s say he began writing as undergrad, when he was twenty. So that’s fifty years, which comes up to ten books a year, or a book every 36.5 days. That has got to be a slight misrepresentation; it has to include books he’s edited and such.