Imagine, if you will, the disheveled and bespectacled Jonathan Swift sitting in some 18th-century coffeehouse, the kind where the walls sweat nicotine and the patrons, neck-deep in ink-stained manuscripts, debate everything from Newtonian physics to the moral turpitude of the age.
Awesome. But maybe the reason we anthropomorphize that ghost is because we've set the bar so low for unbiased logic and reason. Where are you when we need you Socrates?
Interesting and contrarian.
Awesome. But maybe the reason we anthropomorphize that ghost is because we've set the bar so low for unbiased logic and reason. Where are you when we need you Socrates?