Here you can see the shed on another gloomy morning. Very apt for this wretched building. I was going through an old book the other day and found a sentence scribbled in my handwriting in the margin. I hadn't thought about the topic in some time, but I think I still agree with the younger me (although in general I am a little more sanguine these days). "This Descartes needs a good fucking kicking." What do you reckon? Does Descartes deserve a damn good thrashing?