My favourite thing about university is the philosophy conferences: five times a week or thereabouts, philosophers come to Oxford to present their latest work, and—if they’re lucky—have it flame-grilled by Timothy Williamson, who roams from talk to talk, dropping the decisive objection to each one.
Oddly, almost no undergraduates go to these talks. I go …
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