An Open Letter To My Doctor

He is a retired professor now. Dugald Murdoch, D. Phil., professor emeritus did try to teach me something.

He was my tutor and my mentor. He wrote his doctor’s thesis on Bohr at Oxford. I have it in print, yet to read it though.

No matter he probably would not concurr, nevertheless I am a dedicated Positivist and I mean it in that very sense at the core of my existance. Bohr…

So slap your wrist many times… My teatcher translated Descartes (as expected he is actually called “Cartesius” in Swedish and it is extremly unclear why that is the case) from Latin to English.

Mm, I do own a copy. It is the reference work in any studiy of Descartes. And no, he was not the sole translator.

Using your own book as material in studies simply because there is no other translation avaible and then being apologetic about it? That’s just mindblowing. My teatcher.

“Dualism”? The question lingering since the 1600th or so (I do know when Deascartes departated). Do you (not) know?

When I told my father that I was going to study philosophy he simply said: “Ok, but there is no way that is not going to end well.” “Le Philo?”, not more and not less. “Därefter”… and that is all that my father ever told me regarding the subject. Honestly.

Poincaré? I did visit his grave in Paris. I passed M. Sartre and Simon’s as well. Side by side.

Spelling is terrible I am afraid. I do apologise. M. Dougald. I should have performed better…

Cogito ergo sum, Hume and Leibniz of course.

I am a lost philosopher.

PS. The reference (the title) is musical. Popular music. You could/would probably not now know that. I am referring to a song by Dr Dre and Eminem.