There's nothing Nietzche couldn't teach ya
'Bout the raising of the wrist.
Via wood s lot, in honor of erstwhile Python Eric Idle's 61st birthday, it's. . .
an annotated edition of "The Philosophers' Song". Take it away, Bruce!

L'homme y passe à travers des
forêts de symboles
Qui l'observent avec des regards
familiers.
Les Fleurs du Mal,
“Correspondances”
[T]here is almost no subject-matter, and what little one can disentangle is foolish....
One would call the style verbose, except that by definition verbosity is the use of words in excess of the occasion, and there seems to be no occasion.
Yvor Winters,
Forms of Discovery, Ch. 7
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Hear, hear! Well spoken, Bruce!
Posted by: Rick Coencas | March 29, 2004 at 03:02 PM