A great passage from J.L.Austin’s review (1950) of The Concept of Mind, a piece of timeless philosophical brilliance clothed in the all too familiar Oxonian wit:

Those who, like Professor Ryle, revolt against  a dichotomy to which they have once been addicted, commonly go over to maintain that only one of the alleged pair of opposites really exists at all. And so he, though he does not believe the body is a machine, does believe that it alone, and not the ‘ghost’, exists: he preaches with the fervour of a proselyte a doctrine of “one world”. Yet what has ever been gained by this favourite philosophical pastime of counting worlds? And why does the answer always turn out to be one or two, or some similar small, well-rounded philosophically acceptable number? Why, if there are nineteen of anything, is it not philosophy?