Maybe the campus is just a campus.
Too boring. It can’t be that straightforward. Anyway, I like all our conspiracy theories.
Maybe they’re just moving philosophy to Organisational Management, and that’s all.
Come on, we need to exercise our imaginations. Cicero would approve. She liked us best when we felt confined. Cramped. When we felt up against it, which we nearly always did. When we conspiracy-theorised. When we speculated, paranoically.
She liked our conspiracy-theorising. The more elaborate, the better. The more farfetched. The more baroque. Had we ever even heard of Ockham’s razor? Apparently not. But all the better!
She liked our wild hypothesising when our blood was up. Our speculative madness. The madder the better!
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