Wednesday, 11 March 2009


So on my favourite toilet wall I see this one day:


written in big, confident capitals with blue marker. Which wasn't particularly interesting to me, a vegetarian. But then, beside it, a couple of weeks later, in a meek, fading black ballpoint, I see

Locke is better.

And suddenly it all makes sense. I have no idea if it's true, but I like the the idea of fans of seventeenth century English philosophers turning all tribal and nasty on each other, and using public toilets as the site of their vitriol. But then there's the matter-of-fact, scoffing tone of the response, like suddenly snarky teenagers are really into conceptions of reason and the social contract. Bless.

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