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The monster in us.
The last time I read Frankenstein was in high school and I don’t quite remember it being as wonderful as it is. In fact, I think I must have skimmed most of the book in an attempt to get through it as the narrative… Continue Reading “The monster in us.”
The gradual road to nowhere.
Of Weber’s Vocation Lectures, we were asked to focus in on Politics as a Vocation for the purpose of our class, but having read that I am equally as interested to see what he has to say about science as a vocation so hopefully… Continue Reading “The gradual road to nowhere.”
Of course there is a point.
Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett was written in 1948 and first performed in 1953 to acclaim all but unimagined in the world of modern theatre. Contextualized by the European tragedy of World War Two, Waiting was voted the most influential work of the… Continue Reading “Of course there is a point.”
Leaving a less-than-beautiful corpse. (Dorian Gray)
[youtube:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNIR-dqoJk8%5D My recent reading has been all worshippers of the individual from the 19th century – Kierkegaard and Nietzsche most recently – but not until I read Oscar Wilde’s A Picture of Dorian Gray did I quite see Wilde’s connection to these philosopher’s of… Continue Reading “Leaving a less-than-beautiful corpse. (Dorian Gray)”
Travels with Mary.
I am mulling over Waiting for Godot while listening to Max Richter’s The Blue Notebooks, and watching the snow fall outside the window. A combination which seems destined to produce an upwelling of emotion if ever there was one. But instead of writing on… Continue Reading “Travels with Mary.”
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