עקב דיון בתשבצים, נזכרתי בשיר המופלא הזה, מתוך המופע של מונטי פייתון בהוליווד. זה נקרא Bruces' Philosophers Song, וזה עדיין מצחיק:

Immanuel Kant was a real pissant Who was very rarely stable.

Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar Who could think you under the table.

David Hume could out-consume Schopenhauer and Hegel

And Wittgenstein was a beery swine Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.

There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach ya 'Bout the raising of the wrist. Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed.

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will, On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.

Plato, they say, could stick it away Half a crate of whisky every day.

Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle. Hobbes was fond of his dram,

And René Descartes was a drunken fart. 'I drink, therefore I am.'

Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed, A lovely little thinker, But a bugger when he's pissed.