The Death of the Philosopher

The dangers that beset the evolution of the philosopher are, in fact, so manifold nowadays, that one might doubt whether this fruit could still come to maturity. He dreads the temptation to become a dilettante, a millipede, a milli antenna. Unless he should aspire to become a great play actor, a philosophical cagliostro and spiritual rat-catcha, in short a misleader. This is, in the last instance, if it has not really been a question of conscience. To double once more the philosopher's difficulties, there is also the fact that he demands from himself a verdict, a yay or a nay, not concerning a science,