A world we might not want in one night of wishful thinking | Daily FT

A FEBRILE FANTASY – pilot whales beach themselves; while a rudderless ship runs down to a sunless sea… in the very panic that was pre-empted by our once far more rational rulers then! Now evidently gone to pot and reliant on superstition or pseudo-religion than technocratic governance?I have a sad dream. In it, the warm sunlit epoch of science is over. And a reign or era of cold superstition where empty vessels make the most noise and hollow clay pots float down to a sunless sea has taken over. That blessed isle which was once a model for – and the envy of – its admiring neighbours has sicknes…

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