While wandering through the pages of Wordsworth’s works not long ago, I stumbled upon a line that latched onto my mind with an almost stubborn tenacity. My thoughts have a habit of seizing upon certain phrases, much like a dog sinking its teeth into a well-chewed bone - unwilling to let go until every last … Continue reading Getting and Spending, We Lay Waste Our Powers
Tag: philosophy
Mild Indifference and Arse-Breathing: A Reflection on Peter Høeg’s Observations
The following quote is from Peter Høeg’s short story Reflection of a Young Man in Balance, which is part of his collection, Tales of the Night (“Fortællinger om Natten” in Danish). The collection explores themes of love, identity, and existential reflection, often with a lyrical and philosophical style. However, as I’m using this quote in … Continue reading Mild Indifference and Arse-Breathing: A Reflection on Peter Høeg’s Observations
The Agonising Genius of Blaise Pascal: A Personal Ramble Through Pensées
Last year, I stumbled upon this little gem on Amazon, priced at the princely sum of 23p. Naturally, I couldn’t resist - who could, at such a bargain? It brought back a flood of memories from years ago when an English teacher handed me a tattered old copy, its pages barely holding together. Where that … Continue reading The Agonising Genius of Blaise Pascal: A Personal Ramble Through Pensées
Sex, Solitude, and a Side of Nietzsche: Making Sense of The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being is a novel that deals with such weighty topics that it almost feels ironic to handle them with a title so buoyant as 'lightness.' This text floats through philosophy, politics, love, and betrayal with the kind of existential pondering usually reserved for lonely people in cafes at 2am. It’s a … Continue reading Sex, Solitude, and a Side of Nietzsche: Making Sense of The Unbearable Lightness of Being
The Spectacle of Mr. Polly: A Tragicomedy of the Mildly Absurd – and then some.
Yesterday, I found myself deeply overwhelmed, though I kept it hidden as best I could as I accompanied my dear dad to the hospital for his first round of chemotherapy. He turns ninety this Sunday, a milestone I cherish even as we navigate this difficult journey. Having helped him care for his late partner, and … Continue reading The Spectacle of Mr. Polly: A Tragicomedy of the Mildly Absurd – and then some.
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