While it can be a pleasure to read words, it can also be painful. There is much about universities that is good. There is also much that appears to piss money away on nonsense, indulging foolish dreamers who should be told to leave and try to do something with their lives.

The result: gibberish
Extract from : Philosophical Frontiers of Ancient Science

It’s probably clear that I’m quite fascinated by the nature of disciplines: what they enable, what they block, as well as the forms of paradisciplinarity they produce. They’re not only a collection of historically contingent strategies for approaching strange texts, artifacts, and problems. They’re forms of constraint that enable us to get outside ourselves and think differently: otherwise, we can’t really get any traction on the present. That said, the kinds of questions that interest me, in particular, ask for methodological pluralism and suppleness. To get somewhere with them you have to be able to navigate between disciplines, to work with them, to reach beyond them, to make your own connections. In a way this is just to say that intellectual work is informed, on the one hand, by method—transindividual, reproducible practices—and on the other hand by the singularity that comes from there being an infinite number of possible connections out of which any individual builds a case of persuasive sensemaking.

And sometimes they remain at university as the above author did. As a professor of classics at Princeton University, Brooke Holmes probably has tenure so that she can spout this nonsense and inflict her gibberish and pomposity on young minds till she sees through herself.