These they left me

​Only about half the original library of course.  The filth-monkeys saw to it that I had to dispose of about half the books.

What do you succeed in telling me?

And this is me reciting from Burnt Norton at Katie's funeral.  You might learn from that, too, if you were capable of learning anything, which of course you are not.  Filthy and ridiculous animals.  It is a matter of elementary reasoning that people who have read a great many things and thought about them do not have the same mind-sets as people who have read about only one thing and not thought about it, but swallowed it whole, but of course elementary reasoning is beyond you. 

And more.  Books, containing a huge range of ideas on a huge range of subjects, books, hated and feared by the sort of hairless orang-utan who becomes a doctor and thinks so terribly much of its solid bone skull in which nothing moves, which nothing penetrates, who prizes ignorance, prizes intellectual incapacity, prizes the inability to express oneself, to analyse ideas, whether one's own or other peoples.  They wield tools, you know, good with their hands, but that of course is offensive to the average handyman, who may be suffused with curiosity about the world around him. One of the most brilliant of the 'old books', those published in the 30s and 40s, is Schrodinger's What is Life?   What is Marxism? is at least fascinating, if not brilliant. And you expect me to operate on the level of an animal?  Oh, you are funny.

You might particularly zoom in on the second down on the right, the physics, language and classics, fact and fiction.  Pathetic and funny.  This one is nothing if not interesting, too.

Reality 102 There is not only one book in the world defining reality. A belief-system is simply a collection of ideas that seem to make more sense to someone than other collections of ideas. The ceiling on thought placed by fascists, whether clerical or Maoists, Stalinists, Nazis is arbitrary and ludicrous, claiming all that it is sane to think is enshrined in their One Book. There is the repeated claim everything was fixed in one time and one place. The historical Moses is thought to have lived in around 1400 BC. In the 1500 years or so between him and Paul, a multiplicity of world-shaping events and perspectives on being human occurred elsewhere on the planet, the whole of Ancient Greece and with it the birth of democracy, most of Classical Rome, the Upanishads, Confucius, Zoroastrianism, Lao-Tzu, none of which is significant to the orthodox Christian, other than as error or sin or at best feeble gropings for troof. This is first order lunacy: discuss. It worked when there was no mass communication, when the nearest city was an alien land many leagues distant. It doesn’t work now.

It is worth being precise about what hardly anyone believes, because actually it is possible to be entirely precise about what people do not believe, whether they be hard-line materialist atheists or flutterby flower-children. We do not believe there is only one book in the world. We are not a largely illiterate society of desert tribesmen thousands of years ago to whom one book was an all-encompassing explanation. We live in a society with access to millions of books and other sources of information; if we do not read much, we may surf or watch Life on Earth. We form our views based on what we read together with our experience of other human beings. We do not believe one book dictates what we must think; clearly millions of books, the content of which is contradictory, cannot dictate what anyone thinks.

Where the content of books conflicts with reality, we do not believe reality is necessarily over-ruled. Where the content of books contains ideas conflicting with ideas in a 'holy book', we do not believe the 'holy book' necessarily true and other books false.

Indeed, we live in a society shaped by a Trinity, that Trinity being broadly symbolized by the combined content of the Philosophy, Religion and Science sections of a major bookshop.

We may prefer to believe that which is demonstrably false or distinctly less likely but on the whole I think have an awareness of the thing called fact; one of the things that distinguishes the religious nutter from the religious non-nutter is whether he or she accords the Virgin Birth or Mohammed's Night Journey the status of fact, on par with water boiling when heated sufficiently.

Clearly also people who are not illiterate, who read books the content of which is contradictory, come across views that repel or otherwise offend them and do not run around screaming and shouting about it.

It being the case that some views on life the universe and everything directly oppose others, unless you live in a hole in the ground you are going to meet people who think what you think is crap and if you then cavort and scream a) you are mad and b) your ignorance, your self-obsession and your total intellectual and emotional inadequacy are your problem. You seek to annul the external source of your distress because you are an animal with neither self-control (ability to contain your feelings) nor self-command (ability to change your feelings). Go talk to a priest. Or just try thinking of others as equals and individuals, independent, separate, not an extension of your bloody sick self, not your bloody property.

​Reality 103 Socialism, communism, Christianity, Islam, paganism, Judaism, any belief system (except Sufism, Taoism (anti-belief systems) and Discordianism (joke against belief-systems) and the higher reaches of any other belief-system wherein there is understanding) are strait-jackets imposed on reality, attempts to screw reality, deny all the inconvenient bits, because versions of humanity expounded by the various versions of these ‘absolute truths’ are relatively true – they are true of some human beings at certain levels of consciousness: absolute truth in one sense lies in diversity. The most ordered societies contain more mentally confused human beings because the humans have been forbidden to unravel themselves: apparent order. The least ordered societies contain more mentally together human beings because the humans are free to unravel themselves: apparent disorder
The Sixties were, among other things, when a lot of people came to realization of the strait-jackets, the –isms. Fifty years later we’re still supposed to be taking the –ism merchants seriously. What is this garbage?

Every -ism is an an attempt to make aspects of reality, transient realities, temporary realities into absolutes, metaphors for reality into literal truths.

Every -ism is undermined by and eventually crashes on reality, the reality of the physical universe, the reality of individual humans in all their variety, insistent on being what they are not what they're told to be, the reality of the existence of a multiplicity of other ways of looking at the world. This is what happened to Christianity. This is what happened to Marxism.

This is what Islamists are trying very hard to prevent happening to Islam.

Either you decide in advance what the world is and what the individual humans in it are and when they fail to be it coerce them into being it or kill them if they are recalcitrant or your frame of reference dictates their category of human has no right to life or you look at the world and the individual humans in it and what they do and have done and say and have said and form conclusions therefrom. Either you categorize humans according to their external appearance (form) and declare women or Jews or Arabs or gays are fundamentally a different kind of human to you or you start with the proposition that all are fundamentally human (essence).

Those who believe in One Book, One Truth, whether that book is the Bible, the Qur’an, the Torah, Das Kapital or Mein Kampf prejudge and of course deny all evidence to the contrary, whether scientific or social. The authors of these works have created the world as they think it must be or if you prefer have created fictional worlds. The rest in a nutshell is their lamentable struggle to fit the real world into the box they have created for it. Such fictions are the grids on reality, excluding some bits, inventing others and generally perpetuating lamentable balderdash.

There are single, absolute realities. A grain of sand has the properties of sand. It is not a malign entity seeking to infiltrate your sandwiches at a beach-party. Everything is itself, not what it ‘must be’ or you imagine it is, has its essence independent of how coded perception sees it. The unique identity of an individual may be less obvious, not least to the individual himself or herself. People play roles and seek to cast others in them.

The human capacity to deny reality is pretty limitless. Confident assertion of the limitations of women kept us out of the universities until alarmingly recently. No matter how untenable the nonsense, those who upheld it were always absolutely convinced, they who were by no stretch of the imagination uneducated or unintelligent. It wasn't even worth testing. What you think or have been told ‘must be’ the truth of a person or a situation is not what is.

When you have dismissed the observable evidence of what people say and do, you are finally happy living in a world that unfortunately exists only in your mind and you can truly dedicate yourself to protecting that inner world from any encroachment by reality, because you think you'll fall apart. Emotional maturity is knowing that you won't fall apart.

   "What did you do in the war, Daddy?"  I think might just now potter off and see if I can find out, I think it's 70 years after which information becomes public.  Whether anyone will tell me, I am less sure.  Certainly the apparent occupation was writing Allied propaganda.   You might home in on that one too and see that bearers of British passports bloody pass without let or hindrance.  You are a bloody joke, the whole fucking sordid degenerate cowardly slimy mad lot of you, mad, ignorant, illiterate filth, dirty, dirty, dirty little animals, intolerable and obscene smelly vermin. I crossed no border.  A considerable number of you of course crossed a border about which there is currently much hoo-ha, the one into the Protestant/post-Protestant free world. 

You all want me destroyed.  I understand that.  An awkward sliver of fact, of reality, puncturing your dream, your fantasy. The philosophy of the anarchists is bourgeois philosophy turned inside out. Their individualistic theories and their individualistic ideal are the very opposite of socialism Lenin: Socialism and anarchism, 1905    You really don’t like individuals at all, do you.  And all you can do, you pathetic animals, is destroy.  It is clear, then, that no Authoritarian Socialism will do. For while under the present system a very large number of people can lead lives of a certain amount of freedom and expression and happiness, under an industrial-barrack system, or a system of economic tyranny, nobody would be able to have any such freedom at all. It is to be regretted that a portion of our community should be practically in slavery, but to propose to solve the problem by enslaving the entire community is childish. Every man must be left quite free to choose his own work. No form of compulsion must be exercised over him. If there is, his work will not be good for him, will not be good in itself, and will not be good for others. And by work I simply mean activity of any kind. I hardly think that any Socialist, nowadays, would seriously propose that an inspector should call every morning at each house to see that each citizen rose up and did manual labour for eight hours. Humanity has got beyond that stage, and reserves such a form of life for the people whom, in a very arbitrary manner, it chooses to call criminals. But I confess that many of the socialistic views that I have come across seem to me to be tainted with ideas of authority, if not of actual compulsion. Of course, authority and compulsion are out of the question. All association must be quite voluntary. It is only in voluntary associations that man is fine. …   Socialism, Communism, or whatever one chooses to call it, by converting private property into public wealth, and substituting co-operation for competition, will restore society to its proper condition of a thoroughly healthy organism, and insure the material well-being of each member of the community. It will, in fact, give Life its proper basis and its proper environment. But for the full development of Life to its highest mode of perfection, something more is needed. What is needed is Individualism. If the Socialism is Authoritarian; if there are Governments armed with economic power as they are now with political power; if, in a word, we are to have Industrial Tyrannies, then the last state of man will be worse than the first.   Individualism will also be unselfish and unaffected. It has been pointed out that one of the results of the extraordinary tyranny of authority is that words are absolutely distorted from their proper and simple meaning, and are used to express the obverse of their right signification. What is true about Art is true about Life. A man is called affected, nowadays, if he dresses as he likes to dress. But in doing that he is acting in a perfectly natural manner. Affectation, in such matters, consists in dressing according to the views of one's neighbour, whose views, as they are the views of the majority, will probably be extremely stupid. Or a man is called selfish if he lives in the manner that seems to him most suitable for the full realisation of his own personality; if, in fact, the primary aim of his life is self-development. But this is the way in which everyone should live. Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live. And unselfishness is letting other people's lives alone, not interfering with them. Selfishness always aims at creating around it an absolute uniformity of type. Unselfishness recognises infinite variety of type as a delightful thing, accepts it, acquiesces in it, enjoys it. It is not selfish to think for oneself. A man who does not think for himself does not think at all. It is grossly selfish to require of ones neighbour that he should think in the same way, and hold the same opinions. Why should he? If he can think, he will probably think differently. If he cannot think, it is monstrous to require thought of any kind from him. A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses. Under Individualism people will be quite natural and absolutely unselfish, and will know the meanings of the words, and realise them in their free, beautiful lives Oscar Wilde: The Soul of Man under Socialism And something about a prophet without honour in his own land.  
…it’s because of thinking that Sweden, Denmark, the whole of your island, half of Germany groan under the terrible misery of no longer being subjects of the pope. […….c’est pour avoir pensé, que la Suède, le Danemark, toute votre île, la moitié de l’Allemagne, gémissent dans le malheur épouvantable de n’être plus sujets du pape] LIBERTÉ DE PENSER  
Reason brought them down, fact brought them down, thought brought them down.  They really don’t like these things at all.  We must all be good little hairless monkeys bound by the primate pecking order

FREEDOM OF THOUGHT Around 1707, at the time when the English won the Battle of Saragossa, were protectors of Portugal and briefly gave a king to Spain, Lord Boldmind, a general who had been wounded, took the waters at Barege. There he met Count Medroso who’d fallen off his horse a league and a half from the battle-field. He was an intimate of the Inquisition. Lord Boldmind was intimate only in conversation. One day, after drinking, they had the following exchange:
BOLDMIND: So you’re a sergeant with the Dominicans. That’s a rotten job.
MEDROSO: True, but I’d rather be their servant than their victim and I chose the misfortune of burning my neighbour to that of being cooked myself.
BOLDMIND: What a dreadful choice! You’d be a hundred times better off under the dominion of the Moors, who’d leave you free to wallow in your superstitions and who, conquerors though they are, do not have the presumption to chain up minds.
MEDROSO: What do you expect? We’re not allowed to write, to speak, or even to think. If we speak, they find it easy to twist our words and our writings even more so. Finally, since no-one can burn us for our private thoughts, we are threatened with burning for eternity at the command of God himself if we don’t think like the Dominicans. The Government has been convinced that common sense would make the State go up in flames and the country become the most miserable on earth.
BOLDMIND: Do you think that we English are so wretched, we who cover the seas with our ships and who have won battles for you the length of Europe? Does it seem to you that the Dutch, who taken over practically all your possessions in the Indies, and who today count among your protectors, are cursed by God because they have given complete freedom to the press, and trade in ideas? Was the Roman Empire less powerful because Cicero wrote in freedom?
MEDROSO: Who’s he? I have never heard the holy Hermandad pronounce that name.
BOLDMIND: He was a product of the University of Rome who wrote what he thought, like Julius Caesar, Marcus Aurelius, Titus Lucretius Carus, Plinius, Seneca and other scholars.
MEDROSO: Never heard of these guys. [Translator’s note. Sorry…] I have been told that the Catholic religion is finished if people start to think.
BOLDMND: You don’t have to believe it You’re sure that your religion is divine and that the gates of hell cannot prevail against it. If that is the case, nothing will be able to destroy it.
MEDROSO:. No, but it can be reduced to a trifle and it’s because of thinking that Sweden, Denmark, the whole of your island, half of Germany groan under the terrible misery of no longer being subjects of the pope. People even say that if men continue to along their false paths they will soon come to simple worship of God and virtue. If the gates of hell prevail thus far, what would become of the Holy Office?
BOLDMIND: If the first Christians hadn’t had freedom of thought, is it not the case that there wouldn’t be any Christianity?
MEDROSO: What do you mean? I don’t understand.
BOLDMIND: I can believe it. I mean that if Tiberius and the first emperors had had Dominicans to keep the first Christians from pen and ink, if freedom of thought hadn’t been established in the Rman Empire , it would have been impossible for the Christians to establish their religion.
If, therefore, Christianity only came about because of freedom of thought, isn’t it a contradiction and a wrong that today it wants to extinguish this liberty to which alone it owes its existence? If someone offers you a business proposition, don’t you consider it for a long time before deciding? What greater preoccupations can we have in the world than our happiness or our eternal suffering? There are a hundred religions in the world and they all damn you for your beliefs, which they call absurd and blaphemous. Examine your beliefs, therefore.
MEDROSO: How can I? I‘m not a Dominican.
BOLDMIND: You‘re a man. That‘s enough.
MEDROSO: Oh dear You‘re more of a man than I am.
BOLDMIND: All you have to do is learn to think. You were born with a mind. You‘re like a bird caged by the Inquisition; the Holy Office has clipped your wings. They can regrow! Someone who knows no geometry can learn it. It is shameful to put your soul in the hands of those to whom you would not entrust your money. Dare to think for yourself.
MEDROSO: They tell us that if everyone thought for himself there would be Babel.
BOLDMIND: It’s quite the opposite. When you’re in the theatre, everyone freely gives his view of the play and noone’s upset. But if some arrogant defender of a bad playwright tries to force people of discrimination to find good what they think is bad, then the whistles and the fruit-throwing start, as happened once in London. Big Brother (Translator’s note: literally tyrants of the mind) has caused half the misery in the world. We have only been happy in England since everyone has been able to freely exercise the right to speak his mind.
MEDROSO: We’re also quite contented in Lisbon where no-one can speak his.
BOLDMIND: You are content but you are not happy. Yours is the calm of the galley-slave rowing silently away in sync.
MEDROSO: You think my soul is in the galleys?
BOLDMIND: Yes, and I want to liberate you!
MEDROSO: Suppose I like it in the galleys.
BOLDMIND: Then you deserve to be there.
(Dictionnaire philosophique)
​I suppose the grotesque old monkeys have convinced pollytickians the Enlightenment was the greatest evil to befall Europe.  Being the foundation of the free world, which is to be destroyed.
​

THEREFORE, VICE-CHANCELLOR
Well, yes, repeatedly being clubbed has failed to stop the daughter of Marxist-Leninism who is also a student of Voltaire and a child of Woodstock with a distinct fondness for Greece from accepting that it is inconceivable and ridiculous to mock, criticize and condemn religion, no-one ever has, noone ever either had views deviant from orthodoxy or felt entirely free to voice them, as is has failed to convince an Englishwoman that no-one previously has ever said the Vatican is a crock of shit, but then no-one not severely mentally damaged would have thought it would.

I suppose these nutcases think atheism is and always was proscribed. My father was an atheist.  My grandfather was an atheist.  Do they think Marxists crept around in terror of being overheard by the 'holy'?  I have of course pointed out that, whatever cosy chats Uncle Richard and Cousin Rodney, being card-carrying members of the Communist Party,  might have had with the security services, they lived happy untrammelled little Communist lives, not forced out of employment,, crippled or otherwise victimized. 

How many other convenient fantasies are harboured supposedly justifying doing nothing, that I'm 25 with the whole of my stretching before me to get through this, and doubtless in perfect health, since Professor Black/Mr Sturridge/Dr O'Mahony/Professor Abraham/insert cunt of choice said I never had pneumonia, and doubtless that there is nothing wrong with my back, all this doubtless being supposed to be an elaborate charade for which Doctor is adamant that he is not going to fall.  I of course only went to MI5 because these vermin seemed to be sort of trying to destroy me, though I couldn't see exactly why, and now of course I do. But that doctors and nurses should be sectioned for the safety of those around them is not quite the University's business; there are doubtless mad people in the Faculty of Arts, though I suspect not this kind of mad.

Certainly these doctor zombie subhuman creatures only survive on suppression of fact.  I'm sure the University is entirely dazzled by the intellects displayed by first half-killing me then crippling me then proving entirely incapable of speech. Having been contained at least from dismembering my body, they now treat me like a silly little girl who is idiotically objecting to having been quite rightly beaten as punishment for her crimes and who is to be ignored..  I mean Medicine is quite overwhelming, isn't it.  I'm sure the University is completely awestruck by them. So I have apparently wasted my time scratching at a granite slab until my poor little paws are bloodied stumps, but of course it isn't quite like that since I have clarified my thinking – doesn't that sound good, though I don't suppose those who don't have any thinking understand it – on a wide range of issues and though certainly I am supposed to be doomed I am not necessarily doomed, since it is a question not of that I can write or that I shall write but that I have written and so of what I publish when and whether it can save my life from total shipwreck, since clearly no-one will lift a finger to help or support me. Really, I should have thought the University would relish the sight of the  irrational unlettered bigoted fascist thugs of medicine nailing themselves to the wall failing to explain to an audience prostrate with with laughter the inutterable evil of my thought and why it should not be disseminated widely. Well, what I think is...                              The new Marxism                        Medicine: the joke Coal in the bath and the victim culture   The earth is not flat    The abolition of mind Just hammering the stake a little further in You shouldn't be so squeamish. After all, they're not.  Gosh, it's all so sensitive, isn't it, the egos of psychopaths,   It is not of course necessary to be 'sensitive' about a woman's body. Indeed, it is unnecessary to say Doctor is the scum of the bloody earth, lower than vermin, though clearly he is.  All that is required is to demonstrate how utterly intellectually ludicrous he is.
"Archchancellor, Archchancellor! There’s a delegation of medical morons terribly red in the face claiming we award ‘silly little arts degrees’."
"Bah! Turn ‘em into toads!"
"There’s a problem with that, Archchancellor – "
"Problem, what problem? Use your initiative!"
"They’re toads already, Archchancellor."
"Talking toads, eh?"
"More of a splutter, really, Archchancellor, a gurgle."
"Give ‘em a few flies and ask ‘em to wait."
"Oh. No. It’s not quite like that. It’s really interesting, actually, like the Librarian in reverse. I mean, he has an orang body and a human mind. They have human bodies and toad minds. The toad spell bounces back."
While the entrance to the Unseen University is a little hard to find, being the full stop in line 10, page 43, of an 1844 translation of Beowulf in the stacks in Senate House Library, the assistance of the Librarian may of course be sought by those unfamiliar with the Library, though possibly a little risky. The Librarian really does not like people who despise his books. Indeed, it is said that Death keeps a small branch office among the textbooks on Old Norse. Mix, that’s the ticket, doctors should mix more. Don’t you think it would be funny if groups of doctors and nurses regularly barged into UCL and told the occupants of seminars on Kant, lectures on Vulgar Latin, tutorials on the Elizabethan wool trade how really stupid they were compared to health professionals and how silly little arts degrees were absolutely meaningless. An adequate method of culling, I think.  
[A few moments later.]
"I asked them to wait, Archchancellor. They say they’re going to put in a complaint."
"They what!"
"It’s the painting. The Reclining Virgin with the Small But Perfectly Formed Boobs. They say it’s totally unsuitable. Out of keeping with the dignity of your office. I told them it’s a Squelch. The fat one said who’s Squelch? The short one said he presumed some decadent layabout. The spotty one said he was appalled. Such things should not be permitted. "
"Not planning to read History of Art, then." The Archchancellor has an idea. "Are they edible?"
"Very squishy, Archchancellor. Lots of flab. Not a very healthy diet."
Read books, dirt.   
SHIT, MAN, THEY WON'T EVEN STATE THEIR PROBLEM IN THE AGORA.  
 
As Socrates said... 
 
but if any man says that he ever learned or heard anything privately from me, which all the others did not, be assured that he is lying. . Apology: 33b 
http://www.perseus.tufts.edu/hopper/text?doc=Perseus%3Atext%3A1999.01.0170%3Atext%3DApol.%3Asection%3D33b 
 
Cf John 18:20 Jesus answered him, I spake openly to the world; I ever taught in the synagogue, and in the temple, whither the Jews always resort; and in secret have I said nothing.  
 
Doubtless transparency is supposed to be the bizarre and quaint invention of a silly little woman.  As with so many things, this of course is a wonderful index of the total lack of contact these wonders of academe have ever had with any civilized life. 
 
Socrates: ..., instead of being angry with themselves, and say that “Socrates is a most abominable person and is corrupting the youth.”  And when anyone asks them “by doing or teaching what?” they have nothing to say, but they do not know, and that they may not seem to be at a loss they say these things that are handy to say against all the philosophers, “the things in the air and the things beneath the earth” and “not to believe in the gods” and “to make the weaker argument the stronger.” For they would not, I fancy, care to say the truth, that it is being made very clear that they pretend to know, but know nothing.  Apology: 23c-d 
cf Matthew 23: 27 Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men's bones, and of all uncleanness.  
Socrates: many things which are, as I maintain, unworthy of me—such things as you are accustomed to hear from others. But I did not think at the time that I ought, on account of the danger I was in, to do anything unworthy of a free man, nor do I now repent of having made my defence as I did, but I much prefer to die after such a defence than to live after a defence of the other sort. For neither in the court nor in war ought I or any other man to plan to escape death by every possible means. In battles it is often plain that a man might avoid death by throwing down his arms and begging mercy of his pursuers; and there are many other means of escaping death in dangers of various kinds if one is willing to do and say anything. But, gentlemen, it is not hard to escape death; it is much harder to escape wickedness, for that runs faster than death. . Apology: 38e-39a  
There is such a thing as integrity.  That too doubtless is supposed to be my bizarre personal invention.  Loonies expect me to cower and crawl and lie because they had the power to club my spine. 
Socrates: False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil. Phædo 91  
Create a false frame of reference, an illusory reality.  And of course anyone who thinks a belief-system that shapes the reality of human beings and so dictates the frame of reference in which they interact with other human beings cannot be questioned, challenged, derided is out of his or her tree 
Alternative versions of unprovable supposed realities are not by the way false words.  Whether these goons whose notion of a fact is something they have been told is true have any way of distinguishing false words is an interesting question. 
Perhaps they should be asked to write an essay.  How about.  'Is there any difference between writing about the gods of the ancient world as though they were and perhaps still are real and writing about Yahweh-Allah-Jehovah as though he was and perhaps still is real?' 
Socrates: In every one of us there are two ruling and directing principles, whose guidance we follow wherever they may lead; the one being an innate desire of pleasure; the other, an acquired judgment which aspires after excellence. Phaedrus 
Of feeding one's itsy-bitsy ego with a delusional notion of its dominance over the rest of humanity, yup.  
The defining element here of course is the possibility of change implicit in the much-quoted – at least among those who can quote anything – Socratic dictum 'I do not know'.  I may think, believe, reason that, but I do not know.  It is this that despite the sexism of  Classical Greek society made it possible that Athens + Jesus would have resulted in feminism contrasted with the dead-heads of the Abrahamic faiths who claimed they knew, they were certain, no question, no doubt possible, let alone permitted. 
Like UCH really.  It is the utter absence of 'I do not know' that makes these goons totally unfit for any real university, their dead-head conviction everything is fixed, authority cannot lie, power cannot be in the hands of criminals,  everything is known, no questions are needed – lies freely rule. 
Should we perhaps recap? 
 
The pressing reason for kicking medicine and other biological sciences out of the university is of course the abolition of mind. If you do not believe mind exists, it's hard to see what purpose you have in an institution dedicated to training it: the door is over there. 
 
All those years in Medical School being told he shares 98% of his DNA with the chimpanzee have taken their toll on Doc Hollowhead. Knowing a little about chimps, he now thinks he knows everything about human beings. Fruit-flies are best, of course. Fruit-flies are a sure-fire guide. He looked around anxiously. Fruit-flies were reassuring, but alas there were none to be seen.  
 
He therefore behaves like an ape. A bigger monkey has beaten his chest. Bigger monkey = power. Power = can hurt little monkey. Little monkey fwightened. Fear shuts down human mind. Being also human little monkey hastily attributes probity, rationality, goodness to bigger monkey. Bigger monkey can't possibly be lying or otherwise talking out of his arse. No need for debate. No need to check facts. Reality is whatever a bigger more powerful baboon says it is. What most people recognize about authority, namely its capacity to talk out of its arse, is lost on Doc who of course knows everything about human beings, being conversant with the DNA of the chimp.  
 
There came the Enlightenment. What bloody garbage is this? they cried. Authority is a fellow-human. He may be right. He may be wrong. Fact and reason are the determinants. If he or she desires to exert force over you, he or she must give valid reason.  
 
The unmitigated evil of orthodox religion is of course an equivalent reductionism: it reduces humans to helpless gibbering apes, terrorizes them into fearing thought and langugage. When a representative of the Pink Hippo speaks, there is instant suspension of all rational processes, all speech, instant suspension of all decency, all morality, because what the worshippers are taught is to be evil on command.  
http://www.dillsplace.com/the-abolition-of-mind.html 
 
Believe what they're told and think  themselves intellectually superior to those who question because what  they have  been told 'must be' the truth so any divergence from it is  lies. Do what  they're told - that one's easy once they've been fed lies - and think themselves  morally superior because virtue lies in obedience. Stripped of all  individual psychological processes, whether those  of the mind or those of the heart. Reality is whatever Master says it  is. The Good is whatever Master says  it is. Master knows best.  
Do anything, tolerate anything because challenge to authority is 'evil'.  To be organic, to be real, to be that arising from  oneself, the activities of one's own heart and mind, is evil.  
You gotta  believe what you're told, regardless of whether it's garbage. 
You gotta do  what you're told, regardless of whether it's evil.   
They have believed what they were told and followed regulayshuns and proseedyures.  It is inconceivable to them they have done anything wrong.  
http://www.dillsplace.com/index.html 
 
Don't suppose they have much time for Plutarch either: For the mind does not require filling like a bottle, but rather, like wood, it only requires kindling to create in it an impulse to think independently and an ardent desire for the truth. 
 
How, after all, can they have trained minds, when they show no signs of having any minds at all? 
 
Of course the bottomless malice that spits and convulses at my refusal to submit, to understand. 
But I do understand, I do, I do, psychopathic apes who belong in Broadmoor, who expect me to be impressed, terrorized by their might. obscene ludicrous filth who think they control the world, think I can be impressed by wordless mindless butchery, I do, do, do so understand the exercise of unaccountable and therefore criminal power by  insolent traitors who regard democracy as a silly joke, are adamant they are set on high to decree.    
How many other people have doctors destroyed, people with less education and less class, more readily wrong-footed, who start by saying it’s not right and end gibbering in a corner flattened by Doctor, Great Ones – apes like Whelan whose response to fact and reason and morality is to yawn theatrically.  I laugh in its dirty ape face.  I’m sure it does work in your sewer.  Really, animal, what do you think I am?  What a mad sick animal is this Ardeshna who thinks I can first be crippled while he conspires to destroy democracy and he can then enjoin me to silence.   Hate women, do you, perv-boys, repelled by tits and a vagina and fleshy bits
They are grotesques, essentially ludicrous, they genuinely believe they are power, untouchable, there can be no question of holding them to account. 
Or we could talk about the speech May or Javid has yet to deliver to the Institute of Classical Studies, the one that makes plain that students of the Greek and Roman pantheons can expect no support from anywhere should they distress disgusting animal adepts of the ‘Abrahamic faiths’. 
Nor of course can students of the Enlightenment or indeed Marxism.
After all, that’s much less ‘sensitive’ than their absolute refusal to uphold democracy.
Or pinning any of these sick animals down in the corner of a television studio and asking them how they come to be self-appointed moral guardians of the nation and what the fuck they think anyone’s private life has to do with them. 
I decide what I think.  I read a great deal and agree with some of it and original ideas spout from my mind.  I decide what I write.  I decide what I read.  I decide what I wear.  I decided with whom I made love.
There is something called personal space.  Personal space dictates you do not walk up to a woman in a burka and tell her she looks ridiculous any more than you tell the woman sitting next to her her skirt is so last year or the guy opposite his tie is completely yesterday or observe to  one with many piercings he is liable to infection.  Society accommodates a wide range of appearance.  None of that prohibits free and unfettered comment in fashion or other journals.
Get hysterical because a woman is bra-less.  I imagine that freaked the perverts mega.  Due to my spinal problems and consequent twisting of my body, one boob was ever bigger than the other, and a protruding scapula made a bra-strap a nuisance.  Since both boobs fell into the small but perfectly formed category I haven’t worn a bra since I was about 18.  Hysteria.  Frothing at the mouth.  I have nipples.  Like every other human being.  There are probably long psychological terms for pathetic twisted monkeys hysterical with fear and loathing of the human body.  Pathetic twisted monkeys will do.  Yes, I have breasts!
Freak cunt are you, Saunders, sad mad monkey, sick little smelly.  Hey, look at them all throwing themselves around, hissing “Whore!” because they can discern my nipples. Pervert freaks who think I should be ashamed of having been sexually active.
The Pink Hippo on women Some other questions about the role of women under Hippoism are answered on the Frequently Asked Questions page. Women as second class beings The Pink Hippo placed women on Earth to be the servants of men, the playthings of men and the bearers of future generations. There is nothing in The Holy Books of Hippoism that can be interpreted as meaning that The Pink Hippo meant women to have equal status to men - so they don't. Women as dangerous lustful beasts and tempters of men Women are by their very nature a temptation to men. It is totally unreasonably to expect men to control their lusts - after all, without lusts we would have no future generations. It therefore follows that while women should always be at the service of men, they should step aside when men are engaged on the more important things in life such as discussing The Pink Hippo. Women should be kept in their place Women should not get ideas above their subordinate station in life. If a woman dares to challenge any man she shall be taken to a place of solitude and there left for 5 days on a diet of mushrooms and water to learn the error of her ways. Women shall have no part in the worship of The Pink Hippo. Their duty is to obey men and no woman shall ever be placed in a position of authority over men. http://www.bitbarn.co.uk/pinkhippo/women.htm
Why do so many of your rules oppress women? This is a typical Ahippoist misinterpretation of our beliefs. Our rules "protect" women, they do not "oppress" them. Women were created by The Pink Hippo to be the companions and serving maids of men - in this life and in the paradise to come. This was clearly laid done by The Messenger in The Revealed Truth. He himself had many women in all the villages he visited in South Derbyshire and, just before his ascension, was very fond of young girls - his last wife, Alice, was only six years old. Women's role is to provide for men, to bear children and to look after the next generation. Our rules protect women against the natural lusts of men - lusts which it is unreasonable to expect men to control. Are there any women Hippoist "scholars"? No.
As described above, women need protecting and part of that protection is to keep them within the home - the home of their parents before marriage and the home of their husband after marriage. This means that women do not need education - and are therefore not in a position to interpret the holy books of The Pink Hippo. Why do women have to wear a plastic bag? We move with the times - plastic is cheap. Women should not be out and about - if they are it is vital that they are totally hidden or the merest glimpse of hair or flesh will inflame the lusts of men - lusts which it is unreasonable to expect men to control. Why do you indoctrinate children in faith schools? Children are the property of their parents. Parents have the right to do what they like with their children. Children have no rules and parents want them to have the rules laid down by The Pink Hippo. We find that the continuous chanting of The Book of the Pink Hippo and The Revealed Truth in a form of medieval English that the children cannot understand, is the best way to indoctrinate children with the ideas of Hippoism. We allocate about two thirds of school time to this - the remainder is given over to reading, writing, arithmetic, PE and weapons training. As Hippoists we must be prepared to defend ourselves at all times. But surely you make children aware of other religions? Of course - we are not blind to the world around us! Other religions are evil and their gods are false - it is very important that we teach our children this. Do you want your children to think for themselves? Certainly not! The Pink Hippo has determined how we should lead our lives and how we should fight the evils around us. Children must not think as they get older, they must obey. http://www.bitbarn.co.uk/pinkhippo/faq.htm
Aw, don’t you want to talk about the Pink Hippo.  A woman’s place is on her back.  A woman is simply a cunt supine with her legs apart, either being inseminated or popping out the sprogs. Breeding machines, brood mares, that’s all woman are, isn’t it?  Oh, they cover it up in a load of sentimental ape-drool but  it’s repulsive to the dirty old freaks that a woman be intelligent, educated, rational, capable of independent thought. A woman’s business is to breed, not threaten the power of mentally sick brutish subhuman men.
 A woman has no rights over her body, of course.  Not if there’s a lickle sperm that wants to have its way with her.  Isn’t it terrible, though, how all the other little sperms perish?  I mean these are {{{{SACRED MALE SEED}}}/
I think I probably said something about the oestrus cycle at some point, can’t remember what exactly but I expect it upset them.  Weighing the pros and cons of having lost it.  Should the female mammal not at any time be receptive, enthusiastic even? Or of course indeed at any time, should the right adorable male hove into view?  Evil is it for a woman to enjoy or want sex?  Should every act of sexual intercourse even within marriage essentially be rape?  At any rate Elaine Morgan’s The Descent of Woman should be a set text in all schools. Together with The Female Eunuch.
But that of course would be upsetting, offensive.

Intellectually and morally void, Vice-Chancellor, philistines, savages, barbarians, unlettered apes, a huge bloody sick joke.  ​​
A bunch of psychopathic sexually diseased baboons.  What's the fuss about?
Nothing not encompassed by the foundation stones of the free world?  What is the bloody fuss about?
You're just a joke, Linch, a hulking mad baboon, a bloody sick joke. 
You all really expect me to care, don't you.  I have upset what are clearly by their conduct psychopaths, grotesquely sexually and otherwise mentally diseased, butchers, creatures that belong in Broadmoor, and you expect me to be mortified.  Nutters, mad squirming piles of infected shit.  ​