I use this blog as a clearing house. All in all, it serves this function well. Things that would sit moldering, at least get perched on the lip of being read by others. I also get to bring back works from literal death; I take a moribund text and pump it with air.
So, here is my master’s thesis, submitted in 1995. It was written on a word processing machine. The letters embossed in real print. It was unfair, nearly immoral, for the Boston University Philosophy Department to have a PhD program. Even in 1995, teaching jobs were hard to come by (about 50% of philosophy PhDs never got a job in their field) and today it is far worse. The Humanities are an employment graveyard. Program which accept more student than can possibly get employment resemble little more than a pyramid scheme.
This, coupled with the haughty, denigrating attitudes of some professors toward graduate students (a common enough phenomenon, I now realize, which still does not make it right) made jumping ship with a masters one of my wisest life choices. I went my way, they went theirs; they puttered about about Scottish philosophy; I did my work. In the end, it was a productive divoice.
The title of the thesis is taken from Joyce’s Ulysses, where Stephen is warned that Bloom is “Greeker than the Greeks,” here a reference, probably, to sodomy. In my thesis, it fits with the Jewish philosopher Philo of Alexandria’s project to interpret Judaism as a far purer example of Hellenic philosophy than Greek philosophy itself.
So here it is: