Thomas Browne, who coined “hallucination” and “suicide”(newyorker.com)
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Thomas Browne, who coined “hallucination” and “suicide”
http://www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/doubting-thomas
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It's a shame that NYRB published Urn Burial separately from The Garden of Cyrus, since the two pieces were conceived by Browne as going together. You can get them both (along with Religio Medici and several more) from Penguin in The Major Works of Thomas Browne.
> he simply introduced new words into the still-inchoate English language when none seemed to do the trick; Browne is responsible for “hallucination” and “suicide,” along with about a hundred other neologisms.
I'm having a hard time believing there wasn't a translation of the word "suicide" until 1600s. Wasn't suicide all over classical mythology? Wasn't it well known that Cato committed suicide rather than submit to Caesar? How did they describe such things?
I'm having a hard time believing there wasn't a translation of the word "suicide" until 1600s. Wasn't suicide all over classical mythology? Wasn't it well known that Cato committed suicide rather than submit to Caesar? How did they describe such things?
Isn't suicide actually a neologism, i.e. it might be a Latin construct, but never actually used by Latin speakers.
In German, "Suizid" is actually the preferred form, as the old "Selbstmord" (self-murder) is a bit moralizing, and "Freitod" ("freely chosen death") is way too romantic sounding.
In German, "Suizid" is actually the preferred form, as the old "Selbstmord" (self-murder) is a bit moralizing, and "Freitod" ("freely chosen death") is way too romantic sounding.
Earlier one might have referred to "self-murder": http://blog.oup.com/2013/08/self-murder-killing-suicide-etym...
> The pervasive uncertainty of Browne’s writing offers a respite from the stifling certainties of today. We have religious zealots, just as the seventeenth century did—but we also have zealots of so many more varieties. We have had the end of history and the death of faith. Civilizations clashed, everything is post-something. Cassandras say we are digital drones; Panglosses say the Internet is freedom. We believe in St. Paul Krugman or St. Paul Gigot. Anyone who says we are a society lacking belief is not paying attention. If anything, we are lacking doubt.
http://www.smbc-comics.com/?id=2939
This is the summary of the article and an smbc comic I was exposed to today, the combination of which have brought me back to my repeated question of how exactly have we improved the communication of important ideas over the last few centuries? Have we improved it at all?
Or perhaps I should be asking what the important ideas are.
http://www.smbc-comics.com/?id=2939
This is the summary of the article and an smbc comic I was exposed to today, the combination of which have brought me back to my repeated question of how exactly have we improved the communication of important ideas over the last few centuries? Have we improved it at all?
Or perhaps I should be asking what the important ideas are.
"Death, that fatal necessity which so many would overlook, or blinkingly survey, the old Egyptians held continually before their eyes...
Yet in those huge structures and pyramidal immensities, of the builders whereof so little is known, they seemed not so much to raise sepulchres or temples to death, as to contemn and disdain it, astonishing heaven with their audacities, and looking forward with delight to their interment in those eternal piles. Of their living habitations they made little account, conceiving of them but as hospitia, or inns, while they adorned the sepulchres of the dead, and planted them on lasting bases, defying the crumbling touches of time and the misty vaporousness of oblivion. Yet all were but Babel vanities. Time sadly overcometh all things, and is now dominant, and sitteth upon a sphinx, and looketh unto Memphis and Thebes, while his sister Oblivion reclineth semisomnous on a pyramid, gloriously triumphing, making puzzles of Titanian erections, and turning old glories into dreams. History sinketh beneath her cloud. The traveller as he paceth amazedly through those deserts asketh of her, who buildeth them? and she mumbleth something, but what it is he heareth not."
http://penelope.uchicago.edu/misctracts/mummies.html