Probably best not to retire for the evening with the vague idea that a contemplation of Hume could be entertaining. It's not. His major and most startling contribution appears to be that if something can not be given a number then it's not really worth thinking about. Without a number it's a dust bunny, amusing for the occupation of kiddiewinks and has no place at the adult table. Hume was a wig wearing Scotsman, he died in 1776.
And this is all very well were it not for the suggestion that from just a brief
glance it would seem Hume's radical idea now dominates our species. The number
nuts have pushed out much that is necessary for cohesion, and have just kind of
said "To hell with it." Which would be fine if it wasn't for the suspicion that
number nuts believe what they're doing and that number is the key to a natural
order of things. Which of course is why we need heroic heroes like Timotei
Candlemass and Don Quixote.