I wish I understood essentialism and moral luck, the young scholar thinks as he sets his offering on the stone perch, desperation flooding through him.
We walked past this guy, who was hiding in the very back corner of the garden at Merton College and I was having a hard time understanding why people put money on this statue. Finally, we reasoned that it must be the wishing statue, where the students go to make wishes.
I have no idea how old this tradition might be, but I hope that it is an old one and I hope that it continues. I like old ideas and traditions being pasted down from generation to generation.
Until next time,
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