They've sacked all the humanities staff at his college, W. says. He's the only one left. The only one, the last philosopher.
He wanders the corridors that used to echo with the great names. He walks through the empty quadrangle where he used to talk Kant with his colleagues. He sits alone in the refrectory, where fellow scholars would discuss Luhmann and Ellul, and wanders past the empty offices where he had reading groups with other academics, puzzling over Prigogine together, pondering Michel Serres …
And now? The college seminar series is on the tennis stroke of Pete Sampras, W. says. They're holding an international conference on the legacy of Fatima Whitbread.
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