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I cannot resist this C. S. Peirce text

I live a block from Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, where C. S. Peirce, in near homelessness and economic disaster, filched food from the Century Club and and walked downtown and back in the cold.

No one who has troubles in life is blameless and, being blameworthy, one becomes a target for the blamers who can be found in profusion in academia.

Harvard rejected Peirce even though his father was a revered Professor there.

Johns Hopkins let him go after he had mentored the likes of Thorstein Veblen and John Dewey, merely because of his second gypsy-lady marriage.

After that it was all over save for a few crumbs due to the fact that William James loved him.

Through it all, Peirce’s genius was conceded and he maintained, not a stiff upper lip, but a transparent faith in the future that most did not perceive or credit.

The same sort of rejection goes on now and the universal ethical and aesthetic truths of Peirce may end up told less by academics than fallible sorts like your author, who has no facility in any of the fields where Peirce excelled.

So let this text rest pristine. Enjoy it. It is indeed reason to live.

Peirce: CP 2.122 Cross-Ref:††

122. Such is the place of logic among the sciences; and such is its utility. Yet the reader will find that the aggregate value of all such applications will not compare with the treasure of the pure theory itself. For when he has surveyed the whole subject, he will see that the theory of logic, in so far as we attain to it, is the vision and the attainment of that Reasonableness for the sake of which the Heavens and the Earth have been created.