When I read that several staff at Random House Canada had cried during a meeting to discuss the publication of Jordan Peterson’s new book, supposedly because of how the author had affected their lives (adversely, of course), I was not sure whether I should laugh, be disgusted or outraged, or even feel a little sorry for them. How could anyone who worked in publishing be so fragile, so utterly weak and lacking in fortitude, what my teachers used to call moral fiber, that the mere publication of a book could reduce him—or rather her—to tears? With what hysteria would such people react if ...