The lights are going out, one by one. The UK continental philosophy firmament is dimming. The spangled sky of UK European thought. The great societies. The conferences. All the UK European philosophy gossip. All the intrigues. The imbroglios. All the culture of the ghetto of UK continental thought.
We’re the only light left – Tyneford Philosophy. The only star in the once rich firmament. The only candle burning in the infinite darkness. There’s only us. The sky is dark, nearly.
Our space station. Our satellite. Rolling around the heavens. Our ship of fools! With our crew of idiots! Us! Us! And our idiot thoughts in the darkness.
We’re the last form of European philosophy – the comic form. European philosophy for laughs, but for bitter laughter, sad laughter. As a private joke.
This is where European philosophy came to die. This is continental thought in its final hour. Taking its last pathetic stand. Going out with a whimper.
Here: the non-Armageddon of European thought, in Tyneford. Its final humiliation.
What a legacy we guard! What a tradition! Just us, versus analytic philosophy – on the whole of this benighted island.
We’ve taken philosophy down. European Philosophy’s in the pit with us. Continental thought’s gone dark. Has forgotten its name. Is wandering in the darkness, with all the idiots.
We’re the last of European philosophy. It’s fallen to us. The last, here in the darkness. We’re only ones left.
What about in Europe, in mainland Europe?
It’s dead there, too. All but dead. Essentially dead.
Work in Progress 