Chapter 482: Chapter 233 Cambridge Tales (6.4K)_3
I don’t even know if I’ll get a chance to meet Albert during my time in the dungeon?
Of course.
Considering that Albert is mainly in a nominal position, this kind of thing depends on luck, and it’s probably not easy in the short term.
Nowadays, the people truly responsible for the affairs within the University of Cambridge should be the acting chancellor and the deans of various colleges—among whom the latter even hold greater power within the university.
Currently, the dean of Trinity College is William Whewell, a British gentleman born in 1794.
William Whewell’s historical reputation is not noteworthy, and it’s even difficult to find his detailed resume in entries.
But there’s something special about him...
As long as humanity doesn’t perish, the history of science won’t forget his name:
First of all, he proposed the inductive method and advocated inductive science.
Secondly, well...
The term "scientist" was named and proposed by William Whewell in 1840.
This achievement alone can let him ride the wave to the end of human civilization history.
Then, under Thomson’s guidance, Xu Yun and Wheat entered the first floor of the building.
Similar to future generations.
This building, serving as an administrative office complex, also has a reception desk similar to a visitor center at the entrance on the first floor.
Today’s duty officer was a young man with a face full of freckles, with the crest of Trinity College on his chest, originally sitting seriously at his desk reading a book.
When he saw Thomson walk up to him, he tapped his curled index finger on the table a few times:
"Good afternoon, Werner."
The young man named Werner instinctively looked up, saw Thomson, immediately put down his book, and stood up:
"Mr. Thomson, you’re back?"
Thomson glanced at The Wealth of Nations on the table and nodded to him in greeting:
"Hmm, just got back. Is the dean available now?"
Werner cast him a concealed glance and lowered his voice to say:
"Professor Plum is inside, so, Mr. Thomson, you better wait."
"Professor Plum?"
Thomson blinked his eyes and then turned to Xu Yun and Wheat:
"Looks like we came at a bad time."
Seeing Xu Yun and Wheat a bit puzzled, Thomson explained the background to them.
Purim is currently the only lecturer at the University of Cambridge specializing in political economics. He entered the University of Cambridge as early as 1816, with quite a rich qualification.
However, due to the early educational bias of the University of Cambridge, Purim’s working method was somewhat special:
Initially, he had no fixed salary and needed to charge students fees to earn income.
This situation continued until 1825, when the University of Oxford established the Drummond Chair of Political Economy.
Not willing to lag behind, Cambridge also planned a similar plan.
1828.
The title of Professor of Political Economy was established at Cambridge.
And in 1848, the "Moral Sciences Tripos" exam was introduced, with political economy as one of the test subjects.
After decades of stagnation, Purim finally saw hope, and his status significantly improved.
Yet before he could enjoy the fruits, William Whewell suddenly attacked him:
William Whewell believed that Purim was a Mr. Dongguo, a hindrance to the introduction of economics at the University of Cambridge, and strongly urged the university to dismiss him.
Fortunately, Purim had the support of several board members, which barely allowed him to keep his position.
Though his position was secured, Purim’s courses at Trinity College were naturally cleaned out.
Upon hearing that William Whewell was contacting McCarthy, the professor of Ricardo’s political economy at the University of London, Purim finally couldn’t hold back.
He proactively went to William Whewell, insisting on getting an explanation.
Xu Yun carefully observed around and found that the doors of every room seemed to be ajar...
It turns out, be it ancient or modern, domestic or foreign, gossiping is a human instinct.
The three of them waited for a full half-hour.
Half an hour later.
Click—
With the turn of the door handle, the innermost door swung open violently.
A small old man in his sixties or seventies, with curly hair, stormed out of the room, waving his hands unpredictably over his head as he walked:
"Damn fool, you’re abusing your power! I’ll complain to the board of trustees! Just you wait!"
No sooner had the words fallen...
A defiant retort came from inside the room:
"The University of Cambridge cannot tolerate filth like you, and a Lord can’t pressure me? You’re daydreaming, you marginalist traitor!"
Bang—
The small old man slammed the door in fury, passing through the hallway with an aura of stranger repelling.
Xu Yun, Wheat, and Thomson sat obediently along his path, as quiet as cicadas in winter.
Then as he passed by Wheat.
The small old man seemed to glimpse something.
He suddenly bent down without warning, snatched an axe from Wheat’s bag, and forcefully threw it at the door:
"Ridianlom!"
Clang—
The axe embedded heavily above the door, precisely splitting a portrait on the door in half, right at the neck.
Xu Yun: "...."
Goodness.
Are academic disputes these days so brutal at the slightest disagreement?
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