He was unaffected by the singularities of time and place. His abode was anywhere. It was all the same to him whether he catheterized a pig at four o’clock in the afternoon in New Orleans or at midnight in Transylvania. . . . Yet I do not envy him. I would not change places with…
Here is the long awaited lineup for Bence Nanay’s issue for The Monist (97:1 Jan 2014). Bence Nanay The Dethroning of Ideocracy: Robert Musil as a Philosopher Robert Musil was not a professional philosopher. He was a novelist— and according to the widely accepted canon, his contribution to the twentieth-century novel is only matched by very…
Lana started to plan the ensemble with the globe. the chalk, and the book. If the thing had commercial possibilities, is should be done with a certain finesse and quality. She had envisioned several arrangements that would combine grace and obscenity (p. 146). “Hey! I sure they a bird trade. White peoples always got parakeets…
Here is one of the more thoughtful, subtle and insightful takes on one of Percy’s masterpieces. existentialismphilosophical literaturethe last gentlemanWalker Percy
“Goofin off? Shit. Goofin off ain cleanin up this mother-fuckin cathouse. They somebody in here sweepin and moppin up all the shit your po, stupor customer drippin on the flo. I feel sorry for them po peoples comin in here thinkin they gonna have theirself some fun, probly gettin knockout drop in they drink, catchin…
The boy has done it! He has won the title to his own existence, as plenary an existence now as Holden’s, by refusing to be stampeded like the ladies from Hattiesburg. He is a citizen like Holden; two men of the world they are. All at once the world is open to him. Nobody threatens…
Ignatius looked sternly at the young boy who had placed himself in the wagon’s path. His valve protested against the pimples, the surly face that seemed to hang from the long well-luricated hair, the cigarette behind the ear, the aquamarine jacket, the delicate boots, the tight trousers that bulged offensively in the crotch in violation…
Truthfully, it is the fear of exposing my own ignorance which constrains me from mentioning the object of my search. For, to begin with, I cannot even answer this, the simplest and most basic of all questions: Am I, in my search, a hundred miles ahead of my fellow Americans or a hundred miles behind…
She described to Ignatius the courage of Patrolman Mancuso, who against heavy odds, was fighting to retain his job, who wanted to work, who was making the best of his torture and exile in the bathroom at the bus station. Patrolman Mancuso’s situation reminded Ignatius of the situation of Boethius, when he was imprisoned by…
What do you seek — God? you ask with a smile. I hesitate to answer, since all other Americans have settled the matter for themselves and to give such an answer would amount to setting myself a goal which everyone else has reached — and therefore raising a question in which no one has the…
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