*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[Alaskan]

The keeper of the Northern gate adores properly learned young boys...





Come over here and see what you hear in the warm sea at my feet

 

[contrains]

Learned in the liberal arts! Knowledge for its own sake. And denial of my need to put food on the table.

 

[Tanichca]

Learned in the liberal arts! Knowledge for its own sake. And denial of my need to put food on the table.

Do you even own a table? Can you afford to keep one?

 

[contrains]

Well according to Hume I can't even know that the table exists beyond my own mental image of it, so what's the difference anyway?

 

[Tanichca]

Well according to Hume I can't even know that the table exists beyond my own mental image of it, so what's the difference anyway?

... Yeah, let's throw him in the moat now. Elders? Elders??

 

[Bunnylady]

What does Hume have to say about the bruises on the shinbones (or higher,depending on what type of table you are mentally imaging) that appear when your mental image doesn't coincide with the physical layout of the room? "OUCH?"

 

[contrains]

... Yeah, let's throw him in the moat now. Elders? Elders??

Oh dear, this seat has suddenly become less desirable! But they persecuted the philosophers before me, too! I shall drink my hemlock out of justice.

 

[sourland]

Learned in the liberal arts! Knowledge for its own sake. And denial of my need to put food on the table.

You don't eat? The lad must be skinny. It's our job to fatten him. For his own sake, of course.

 

[Tanichca]

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It is over a foot away. My stubby arms might not be able to reach you to push you in.

 

[Bunnylady]

Oh, don't worry about hemlock. The moat denizens prefer their food fresh and without seasoning.