{"id":134,"date":"2021-06-15T08:44:57","date_gmt":"2021-06-15T08:44:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.novelty-fiction.com\/gazette\/?p=134"},"modified":"2021-06-15T08:44:57","modified_gmt":"2021-06-15T08:44:57","slug":"w-e-great-thinkers-gallery-beaumont-bouxard","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/novelty-fiction.com\/gazette\/w-e-great-thinkers-gallery-beaumont-bouxard\/","title":{"rendered":"W.E. – Great Thinkers Gallery: Beaumont Bouxard"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\t\t\t\t\n

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The Father of Deductionism<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Beaumont Bouxard, the French philosopher (1811-1865), only had contempt for \nhis contemporaries, whom he considered almost moronic in their inability to come \nto terms with the core issues of human existence. One of his main theories, as \nexpressed in Le Volume des Lettres I<\/em> (The Letters Volume I, 1833), was \nthat of deductionism, according to which \u201cA man\u2019s worth is only what he does, \nsays, and thinks on his own merit<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As Bouxard elaborated, a number of factors others usually take for granted \nwould need to be disregarded, such as: education; cultural status; readings; \nfamous quotes. According to Bouxard, a man who walks for half a mile, then sits \ninside a stagecoach for 80 miles, has traveled merely half a mile. If he sings a \nsong his mother taught him, he has essentially rendered only the few words that \nhe accidentally got wrong when road bumps distracted him from remembering the \ntrue wording.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By his own definition, Bouxard had never made any money. According to \nreliable sources, none more outstanding than Madame Joli Antoinette, he had \u201can \nabundance of wealth becoming of a famous horse trader\u2019s son,\u201d meaning probably \nno more than the allowances and subsequent inheritance he would need to maintain \nfor 30-plus years his humble existence in the Garrison du Flamboyance, a gated \ncommunity somewhere in the vicinity of the 14th Parisian commune. Think ice cold \nwater, smelly fireplaces, a stink of horses from the nearby staples, the noise \nof farmers doing there things early in the morning \u2013 then you\u2019ve got the \nunderpinnings of a reclusive man. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The letters were real, however, and they kept flowing from his hand like \nsweet whispers of comfort flowing from the mouth of a drunken nun. In 1836, he \nreleased to an unsuspecting public Le Volume des Lettres II<\/em>, which is \nwidely viewed as his paramount work. The 840-page book, neatly subdivided into \n59 chapters, was essentially one long frontal attack upon society and all of its \ninstitutions. None was spared, whether clergy, the business establishment, or \nthe political apparatus, all of which Bouxard contemptuously labeled \u201cles \nenfants g\u00e2t\u00e9s\u201d (the spoiled brats). The book caused an uproar, one reason being \nits closing argument:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMen of so-called wisdom, of class and distinction, of wealth and respect, \nwhat have they taught us? What have they done for you an me? Throughout their \nlives, whatever have they accomplished, except so as to keep reminding us of \ntheir own importance? Nothing, my dear reader! According to my Deductionist \nTheory of Existence, these men never lived at all \u2013 whereas the prostitutes on \nstreet corners, the beggars, and the workmen are real, their life meaningful in \nthe extreme. At least they sweat, they bleed, and they suffer for our continuing \ndelight.\u201d<\/p>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The Father of Deductionism Beaumont Bouxard, the French philosopher (1811-1865), only had contempt for his contemporaries, whom he considered almost moronic in their inability to come to terms with the core issues of human existence. One of his main theories, as expressed in Le Volume des Lettres I (The Letters Volume I, 1833), was that […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-container-style":"default","site-container-layout":"default","site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-transparent-header":"default","disable-article-header":"default","disable-site-header":"default","disable-site-footer":"default","disable-content-area-spacing":"default","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-134","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-quarterly-magazine"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/novelty-fiction.com\/gazette\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/novelty-fiction.com\/gazette\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/novelty-fiction.com\/gazette\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/novelty-fiction.com\/gazette\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/novelty-fiction.com\/gazette\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=134"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/novelty-fiction.com\/gazette\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/novelty-fiction.com\/gazette\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=134"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/novelty-fiction.com\/gazette\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=134"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/novelty-fiction.com\/gazette\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=134"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}