This is KZSU, Stanford.

Welcome to entitled opinions. My name is Robert Harrison, and we're coming to you from the Stanford campus.

Those of you who feast on this show, who join its banquet of ideas on a regular basis, have heard me speak before about the snail and the mollusk.

The snail sets forth in search of its food, wandering the night. The

mollusk instead holds fast to its rock, periodically lifting its shell to absorb the nutrients

that reach it through the currents of the sea. Likewise, some of us travel the world and take

in its wonders while some of us stay put and

let the world come to us.

If you're going to be a mollusk, Stanford University and entitled opinions are as good a rock

as any to cling to.

The proof being that just recently, the filmmaker and author Werner Herzog came to Stanford at my invitation

to engage in a conversation about a book he wrote in the 1970s called

of Walking in Ice.

That conversation, which was not open to the public, took place with a small group of graduate

students and faculty members who had read the book

in advance.

I moderated the discussion and today we are airing an edited version of it for all you

friends of entitled opinions.

As many of you know, Werner Herzog is a sublime poet of the cosmos. In his single-minded devotion to the

poetry of filmmaking, he has wandered the earth in all directions, defied every sort of challenge,

sought out the most remote mountains, the most remorseless deserts, the most roiling oceans to

capture what he calls the ecstatic truth of human existence

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