Saxe-Coburgs apparently wandering around the city. Noticed at the gym that the chyron just said "King and Queen," without any further indication of geographical origin. Yes. well. I suppose there are people who need a king, and they'll just lay hold of the first one that shows up who speaks their language, no questions asked. If I were a monarch of one of the northern countries, I might enjoy bicycling through the UK madness incognito.
That entire model falls apart once there's no general belief in the soul and the reality of final judgment. (Which is perhaps one of the reasons that American public intellectuals have been so forthright in rejecting notions of the soul and final judgment.)
And yet, the entire progression recapitulates itself within each human life, like an embryo appearing to evolve from baser creatures -- I've had the dreams of the long approach to Windsor castle, had the Walter-Scott inflected fascination with heraldry, etc.
Hopefully, I'll make some headway on Dewey today, after a very enjoyable detour through Hegel. (Which continues -- still working my way through the Jena Logic.