Before the Prize: Hayek’s descent into despondency
He’s fairly new to being a public intellectual and he’s a little disheartened by the state of discourse
He’s getting more worried. He can’t believe a lot of what he’s been dealing with for the past couple decades. He’s considering ending it all.
Shortly before the Nobel. He’s fucking done. He doesn’t care at all anymore. His face says “Proffer whatever dumbass harebrained theory you want to throw at me, I’ve heard it all.”
Hayek After the Nobel Prize:
That’s a shit eating grin if I’ve ever seen one. He’s got his shiny award and his fuck you Prize money and he’s damn proud
Where Hayek once met constructivism and scientism with frustration and despair, now near the end of his life he has learned to laugh at the hubris of his intellectual opponents. Besides, serfdom won’t be his problem.