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How Philosphers Face Death

Posted Apr 27 2009 10:48pm

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There is a curious little book I've been reading titled, The Book of Dead Philosophers by Simon Critchley who is Professor and Chair of Philosophy at the New School for Social Research in New York City. It is a collection of short pieces about what philosophers throughout written history have said about death and how they died. It is one of those lovely little books you can keep around on a table, dip into anywhere to find something to surprise you.

“I want to defend the ideal of the philosophical death,” writes Critchley in the introduction. “In a world where the only metaphysics in which people believe is either money or medical science and where longevity is prized as an unquestioned good, I do not deny that this is a difficult ideal to defend.

“Yet, it is my belief that philosophy can teach a readiness for death without which any conception of contentment, let alone happiness, is illusory. Strange as it might sound, my constant concern in these seemingly morbid pages is the meaning and possibility of happiness.”
In the first chapter, he recounts a long list of how some philosophers died. Among them:
  • Heraclitus suffocated on cow dung.

  • Plato allegedly died of a lice infestation.

  • Diogenes died by holding his breath. (As did a larger number than you would guess.)

  • Simone Weil starved herself to death for the sake of solidarity with occupied France during the Second World War.

  • Roland Barthes was hit by a dry cleaning van after a meeting with Jack Lang, the future French minister for culture.

In addition to the alternately tragic and absurd stories of philosophers' deaths, with Critchley's wit and his selection of quotes from these men and women, it veers from comedy to tragedy with a lot to reflect upon. Some excerpts:

“It is widely believed that Aeschylus [525/524 – 456/455 BC] was killed when an eagle dropped a live tortoise on his bald head, apparently mistaking his head for a stone. Apparently, the great tragedian was represented on his tombstone slumped over, while and eagle – the bird of Apollo – carried off his soul to heaven in the form of a lyre.

However, a lyre looks like, and perhaps was originally, a tortoise shell strung with a few strings. Presumably, someone ignorant of the iconography mistook 'eagle-taking-the-soul-of-dead-poet-to-heaven-in-the-form-of-lyre' to mean 'eagle-drops-tortoise-on-head-of-sleeping-poet-killing-both.'” (page 11)
“William of Malmesbury tells the doubtless apocryphal tale that [John Scott] Eriugena (810 – 877 AD] was summoned to England by Alfred the Great and subsequently stabbed to death by his pupils, presumably some unsatisfied English monks. Apparently, the murder weapons were not knives but writing styli. Further proof, if proof were needed, that the pen is mightier than the sword.” (page 85)
“Metrocles [late third century BC] reportedly farted when rehearsing a speech. This drove him to such despair that he tried to starve himself to death. Crates came to visit the distraught Metrocles and made him a meal of lupins. Of course, as lupins are members of the bean family, this merely caused him to repeat the indiscretion...

“Thus, philosophy begins in farting, and some might say that hot air at one end of the body is simply accompanied by hot air at the other end.”

“Metrocles died in old age, 'having choked himself,' as Diogenes Laertius curtly notes. One hopes that the cause wasn't lupins.” (page 29)
“Naturally enough, the Meditations ends with a meditation on death. Marcus Aurelius [121 – 80 BC] asks, 'Why do you hunger for length of days?' The point of life is to follow reason and the divine spirit and to accept whatever nature sends you. To live in this way is not to fear death, but to hold it in contempt. Death is only a thing of terror for those unable to live in the present. Marcus Aurelius concludes, 'Pass on your way, then, with a smiling face, under the smile of him who bids you go.'” (page 64)
“Before his final illness, Thomas Hobbes [1588 – 1679] invited his friends to write possible epitaphs to be engraved on his tombstone. His favourite was the following: 'This is the true philosopher's stone.'” (page 121)
“[Franz] Rosenzweig (1886 – 1929) was diagnosed with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis in 1922 (the same degenerative disease that afflicts Stephen Hawking). In his final years, Rosenzweig could only communicate by his wife reciting letters of the alphabet until he asked her to stop and she would guess at the intended word. His final words, written in this laborious manner, were an unfinished sentence that reads,

“'And now it comes, the point of all points, which the Lord has truly revealed to me in my sleep, the point of all points for which there - '

“Apparently, the writing was interrupted by a doctor's visit. Rosenzweig died during the night.” (page 201)

Damn. Imagine what we may have missed learning thanks to the doctor's visit.

I love this little book. It can be read for the 190 individual stories, some of them amazing. But there is much more to gain from it as a whole.

[ At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Dani Ferguson writes of a recent death in Seven Days to Say Goodbye. ]

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