Iz mean and pointz with a mocking laugh
Oh dear, French philosopher living right up to the stereotype:
"Hats off for this invented-but-more-real-than-real Kant, whose portrait, whether signed Botul, Pages or John Smith, seems to be in harmony with my idea of a Kant who was tormented by demons that were less theoretical than it seemed".
after falling for easily-detectable hoax. We should trust his opinions re Polanski-wuz-ronged exactly why?
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In less guffawy news, the claim that late C18th anatomists were on a serial killing spree seems to have already well jumped the tracks of 'an historian claims' to Troo Faxx. Sigh. Moan. Groan. No-one seems to be saying 'who is this "historian" and plz 2 b showin workinz'.
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Also, hedjog does moans:
Over people who cite archival documents (including 'undated letter' without any mention even of the file it was in) within a huge collection by the overall collection reference (and I take a haddock to the journal editors and referees who didn't at any stage pick that up).
People who seem to think that having a modest expertise on one or two facets of Victorian life means they can ask me a massively detailed and complex question about some different facet of Victorian life ('Doo myyyy research for meeee, pleeeez').
People who are writing an article and want me to provide them with weird and quirky facts about the topic. Topic is much overdone, in my opinion: anyway, there are several published books on it, most of them leeching off serious scholarly study of the 1930s.
Groan, sigh, headbang.
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In less moany news, in yoga yesterday my balance postures attained some moments of, well, actual balance. I was really surprised.
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Grouchy hedjog seeks soothing strokes:
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