Not long ago I was in the company of a small group, meeting for the first time to discuss “fringe science.” They hadn’t defined “fringe” in relation to science yet, so to get the ball rolling they went around the room, each person (there were five or six) giving his or her favorite example of fringe scientific theory, hypothesis, or experiment.
Experiments aimed at testing the existence of ESP was one. Another was historical, and had to do with whether the brain was an amorphous blob or composed of discrete units. (You can see the difficulty they’re going to have with definition with respect to historical cases.)
For my part, I was an innocent observer. Except they expected me to provide an example. As I had none at the ready, I asked if it had to be scientific. No. So…
Knowledge is Power, France is Bacon, and…
Bacon is Shakespeare.
It was good for a laugh, though one fellow said no. Marlow is Shakespeare. Also good for a laugh.
You can imagine my delight then when I came across this over the weekend.
I commented more for fun than anything. Checked back later and there were seven more, many quite firm in their positions that William Shakespeare of Stratford on Avon did not write Shakespeare’s plays.
Check it out. It’s funny.
If you don’t know it, this is a great book. The numerology is fantastic, and I mean that in the older sense of the word.
But by far the best part of this individual book is what the original owner wrote on the inside front jacket.
This is the poorest excuse for an argument I ever readE.T. Sykes