He is the last philosopher, W. says. He knows that now. The last philosopher in Britain, and the truth of philosophy in Britain.
What they've done to him, the destroyers! What they're doing to philosophy!
It's like that film Last Days, where Kurt Cobain wanders round in a daze before he kills himself, W. says. It's like The Ice-Storm, with that kid wandering along the icy road, and you know he's going to die.
He'd be a kind of martyr, a kind of witness, W. says, if anything were really at stake. He'd have a kind of dignity, if there was anything to defend. Philosophy's already been destroyed in Britain, that's the truth of it, W. says. Destroyed and a hundred times over. A thousand times. They've shot a thousand arrows into the corpse of philosophy in Britain, W. says.
Why doesn't anyone understand how dead philosophy is? How dead he is, W. says, the last philosopher.
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