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240 pages, Hardcover
First published September 2, 2014
The new don is nothing but a suburb-head, Wittgenstein says. The new don -- bidding for funds, exploring synergies with industry, looking for corporate sponsorship, launching spin-off companies. The new don, courting venture capitalists, seeking business partners, looking to export the Cambridge brand. The new don -- with a head full of concrete. A finance-head. A capitalist-head.
Do we believe the dons teach at Cambridge? No, they train at Cambridge! Do we believe the dons think at Cambridge? No, they bid at Cambridge! They network. They grub about for money. They ride the waves of global finance.
The new don has sold his soul!, Wittgenstein says. The new don has sold his university! The new don has monetised Cambridge! The new don has made Cambridge into an advert." [p. 63]
Logic is lost, that's the trouble, he says. Logic has got lost. We must lead logic back to itself, he says. We must let logic recover its memories.
And one day, logic will whisper in our ears, he says. Logic will say the kindest words. We will mistake it for roaring, he says. We will confuse it with the howling wind ... [p. 67]
After philosophy, every moment of the past will be remembered, he says. Nothing will be lost.
After philosophy, the past will be reparable, he says. Reversible.
After philosophy, death will be transformed into life, he says. Sorrow will be transformed into joy.
After philosophy, the dead will awaken. The dead will be reborn. His brother, his mother, his father; they will be reborn.
After philosophy, we will weep without cease. We will laugh without cease. [p. 223]
There's a fire backstage, he says. The clown comes out to warn the audience. Laughter and applause. They think it's a joke! The clown repeats his warning. The fire grows hotter; the applause grows louder. That's how the world will end, Wittgenstein says: to general applause, from halfwits who think it's a joke. [p. 124]