The Death of Descartes, weird version popular in sweden, most likely not strictly accurate
(also including a oddly low opinion of descartes ability to keep himself warm)
Descartes: hello I am philosoper, and I am French
*The swedish weather exist*
Descartes: the existence of cold is a shook to my system. Somehow, I have never experienced cold ever before. And despite being in the swedish royal palace, I am incapable of wrapping myself in the fifteen blankets in my room.
*Queen Christina invites descartes to early morning talks*
Descartes: the morning chill, is too much for me! Too much!
*descartes dies*














