She was so much cooler than her boyfriend
Yeah, dig it.
Am chewing on this, for the rest of the
evening:
"To exist genuinely is not
to deny this spontaneous movement of my transcendence, but only to refuse to
lose myself in it. Existentialist conversion should rather be compared to
Husserlian reduction: let man put his will to be “in parentheses”
and he will thereby be brought to the consciousness of his true condition. And
just as phenomenological reduction prevents the errors of dogmatism by
suspending all affirmation concerning the mode of reality of the external world,
whose flesh and bone presence the reduction does not, however, contest, so
existentialist conversion does not suppress my instincts, desires, plans, and
passions. It merely prevents any possibility of failure by refusing to set up as
absolutes the ends toward which my transcendence thrusts itself, and by
considering them in their connection with the freedom which projects them."
Simone de Beauvoir, The Ethics of
Ambiguity.
Chewable, indeed, when one thinks
through one's own history. More after jump.
Oh, to be intellectually sandwiched between Simone
and Susan. Ms. Woolf could show up, too. Gertrude Stein, master of ceremonies.
George Sand, the secretary. Oh how this list could go
on.
I always end up posting these
existential quotes when I'm in this kind of mood, only to regret it later, even
though I find them to be true. Everything I write, at my second-guessing rates,
seems insanely trivial and stupid; lots of pretty words trying to explain the
obvious. I guess I must just be a sucker for pretty words and self-reflections
that are similar to mine own.
Hmm.
True.
PS. I started and finished Zadie
Smith's On
Beauty yesterday. I'm personally still digging
for my nuanced review on the work; it needs to take root a bit more til I can
write about it. But I liked it, quite a bit. That is all I can say right
now.
Cheers.
Posted: Tuesday - October 18, 2005 at 01:15 AM
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