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Macrons and coffee?

When  I was very young I remember seeing a reproduction of the famous equestrian painting of Napoleon crossing the Alps by Jacques Louis David in a freebie book that showed up in the mail one day.   The publisher--very likely Time Life--hoped to tempt you to subscribe to the whole series.  But in a family like ours, the book was just another way to ease the boredom until something else dropped through the slot in the door, like an individual portion of Captain Crunch, which showed up when the Posties were on strike.  The box advertised that Captain Crunch "stays crunchy, even in milk" and featured a perforated front, which open like barn doors to allow you to eat right out of the box.  Skip the Dishes is not a new concept in the history of marketing. I don't know who delivered the prize package--only remember waiting for decision as to whether I would get it, or it would go to one of my other two brothers.  There were competing claims regarding who go...

The aesthetic of imaginative appropriation, Part 1

When Nick Phillipson died earlier this year he left unfinished a book on the early modern (16th to 18th century) "Science of Man" project.  Phillipson, an Emeritus Professor of History from the University of Edinburgh, enjoyed well deserved success for eminently readable page turner intellectual biographies of David Hume and Adam Smith.  He lived and breathed Scottish Enlightenment philosophy, and generously shared his enthusiasm with colleagues, visiting scholars, research students (postgraduates), and undergraduates alike for 50 years.  When Adam Smith died, he left on the anvil, and gave orders to be burned, his own great attempt at a Science of Man.  I attempt to provide some hints of what Phillipson's unfinished project may have contained.  I have not personally seen his drafts or notes, but did speak with him about the matter on the telephone before he died. Edinburgh 30 years ago I first came into contact with Dr. Phillipson in the Winter of 1989/90...