A UK European philosophical martyrdom. The scouring of the philosophical shires.
Perhaps they deserved their worshippers, these strange European gods. Perhaps that was the due punishment for their obscurities. Their murkiness. Their thickets of prose.
We obscurantist-apologists. We Pythia of the continental oracles. We high priests of the European Mysteries. We front-people of the Cult.
The continental philosophy pond is drying up.
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