I'm something of a pettifogging reader of philosophy—v. frustrating for me. E.g. in this book I seem to be unable to read a full paragraph, or at most a page, without having to put the book down, because I feel that either the same term is being used for things that are different, or something that ought to be explicated in greater detail (or at all; there's a blurb on the back of the book saying that it has "the precision of the best analytic philosophy" and yet one of the first things Walton does is say he's not going to try to define imagination since (1) it's mad hard, yo and (2) we can get by, in this case, with our intuitions—even though it seems that various kinds of imaginings are going to be incredibly important for him and most of my confusion at this point stems from being unsure what he means by his various invocations of the concept), etc. This despite the fact that I've read all of eleven pages of non-introductory material and a reasonable person would probably be inclined to suspect that some elucidation of initial material might come in the next, oh, 400-odd pages.
This is no way to read a book!
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