ABSTRACT
i have been courteously presented with a copy of a little work 1 which I received with the welcome that a literary curiosity deserves, since it was translated and printed in Naples, a city where the sun shines on the statues of Thomas Aquinas, Giordano, Bruno and Vico. These names might surely at least have suggested something less naive than the confused heap of horrid philosophical fallacies which fill its pages.
