That said, HIghgate Cemetary is a particularly pleasant place to stroll around. I once read the Communist Manifesto there. It’s a beautifully-written piece of prose, regardless of what you think of its contents. If only Marx & Engels could’ve retained their pithy tone in subsequent writings.

Enjoy Edinburgh.

The structure of that demonstration is the same as his refutation of induction: from an “is” (an observation statement) you can’t logically get to a general scientific law.

I would have Kant and Hume in the second row of my rugby (league) team with Mises and Popper in the front row and Percy Shelley locking the scrum. Adam Smith at full back.

Hume has a lovely statue in the Royal Mile; I’m looking forward to seeing Smith’s once it’s complete. About the only sour note is the hideously ugly Parliament building down the bottom of the hill near Holyrood House. Quite a few Scots I’ve encountered have invited random tourists to, ahem, drop explosives on it.

Arthur Herman gave a talk at CIS about the slightly different line taken by the leading thinkers at the three main cities in Scotland. He also reported that James Cook was the son of a ploughman, one of the reliable and hardworking Presbyterians who moved south to work in England. The Cook family cottage has been dismantled and rebuilt in a Melbourne park.