Death in the quarry [antikvár]

CHAPTER Ithe quarry" My dear Dennis," said Everard Blatchington severely, " I don't know how long it is since you went down"" Twenty-five," said the young man in the very old shorts, taking a quite unnecessary bound over a root."-but you have obviously forgotten all yourKant."" Never heard of it," said the young man. " Mine was history."" Then you were never up at all, properly speaking. No one who hasn't had his nose deeply rubbed in the Critique of Pure Reason can rightly be said to have been to Oxford."" I was, though. I rowed-"" Ugh! " said Everard." But what's Kant, anyway, and what's the point?"" Kant, my dear young juggins, revolutionised all our conceptions of knowledge. You, for instance, simply imagine that there's a You which knows things, and a whole lot of external objects waiting to be known."" Well, isn't there? Or aren't there?"" Nothing of the sort. By the way, " Everard broke off to observe, " what are we going up here for? It looks as if it would be much nicer to keep over to the left, where those pines are, and cross the ridge. We ought to come down to the Severn that way, I should think. Where's the map?"" Left it in the pub. Sorry," Dennis Jordan said. " But I know this bit. I've been here before. It gets all right in a minute or two; in fact, there's rather a7