Today, I had a rather strange lecture with Professor Elusive-Hyphen. He was talking about Schopenhauer's ethics, and how the ethical life involves a denial of the will-to-life: instead we tend towards a kind of death, as the culmination of pure asceticism. He added in a quiet voice, and much to my surprise, that he didn't mean "living-death, in the way that we might say some members of the department are dead."
In fact, this startled me so much that I am tempted to doubt whether he said it at all. But he did say it. Ah, such enmity - it brings tears to my eyes.
We owe it to ourselves to speculate libellously about what exactly this cryptic statement could mean. Is he alluding to the vacant looks that he gets when attempting to talk to his colleagues about anything other than neuroscience? Or perhaps he means the zombie-like fashion in which creativity is relentlessly stifled in our accursed fackulty?
"Forgive them father, for they know not what they do..."
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