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>>10378807

>In the 1908 essay "The Thirteen Pragmatisms", Arthur Oncken Lovejoy argues that there's significant ambiguity in the notion of the effects of the truth of a proposition and those of belief in a proposition in order to highlight that many pragmatists had failed to recognize that distinction.
Is this the best critique of pragmatism out there?

>In the actual world Nietzsche was a twitchy, irresolute, nomadic nerd who never got a life outside literature. But consider the possible world in which Nietzsche got lucky early on and wound up a happy, affectionate, suburban paterfamilias. In this more satisfactory world, the ridicule of Wilamowitz-Moellendorf (the John Searle of his day) failed to sink The Birth of Tragedy. On the contrary, that book enjoyed, si-multaneously with Moriarty's treatise on the binomial theorem, a European vogue. Outrageously successful, Nietzsche's American lecture tours eclipsed those of Dickens. The many books about him by American fans and imitators (the old Mark Twain, the young H. L. Mencken), as well as the equally many books which excitedly warned against his dangerous influence, kept his name constantly before the public. Instead of breaking down at forty- five, he kept right on writing, joyously and prolifically, "having a great time" ("s'amusant beaucoup"; 141). Would success, sanity, and suburbia have spoiled Friedrich Nietzsche? Would perfection of the life have wrecked the work? Could he have written so well against resentment if he had experienced it less often? Could he have written The Will to Power if he had gotten some?

Well?

>>7114200
>No one truly denies that truth exists

>In the actual world Nietzsche was a twitchy, irresolute, nomadic nerd who never got a life outside literature. But consider the possible world in which Nietzsche got lucky early on and wound up a happy, affectionate, suburban paterfamilias. In this more satisfactory world, the ridicule of Wilamowitz Moellendorf (the John Searle of his day) failed to sink The Birth of Tragedy. On the contrary, that book enjoyed, simultaneously with Moriarty's treatise on the binomial theorem, a European vogue. Outrageously successful, Nietzsche's American lecture tours eclipsed those of Dickens. The many books about him by American fans and imitators (the old Mark Twain, the young H. L. Mencken), as well as the equally many books which excitedly warned against his dangerous influence, kept his name constantly before the public. Instead of breaking down at forty-five, he kept right on writing, joyously and prolifically, "having a great time" ("s'amusant beaucoup"; 141). Would success, sanity, and suburbia have spoiled Friedrich Nietzsche? Would perfection of the life have wrecked the work? Could he have written so well against resentment if he had experienced it less often? Could he have written The Will to Power if he had gotten some? Maybe not.