A faint smell of sulphur

Jul 22, 2020 | Predicates and commas and whatnot

A writer who says that there are no truths, or that all truth is “merely relative,” is asking you not to believe him. So don’t. Deconstruction deconstructs itself, and disappears up its own behind, leaving only a disembodied smile and a faint smell of sulphur.

Roger Scruton, Modern Philosophy: An Introduction and Survey