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Theology and the Scientific Imagination should be read by every historian of science. I can also hardly imagine a philosopher of science who would remain indifferent to the roots of modern thinking. The reading of this book gives one a deep intellectual pleasure: to follow adventures in ideas is like experiencing the adventures themselves.--Michael Heller, The Review of Metaphysics [This work] promises to raise the level and transform the nature of discourse on the relations of Christianity and science. . . . a bold study of ideas . . . bristling with insight and perceptive reinterpretation of familiar episodes in the history of natural philosophy.--David C. Lindberg, Journal of the History of Medicine Funkensteins powerful essay belongs to that genre of intellectual history which has addressed itself to . . . the metaphysical foundations of modern science. . . . Liberation from naive conceptions of historical continuity gives Funkenstein leave to concentrate on a finely nuanced exegesis of those philosophers who fall within his purview. The result is a work of discernment and distinction. . . .--J. H. Brooke, The Times Higher Education Supplement
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