Burning logs and drinking sherry in the youtube era
isn't always easy.
Sometimes we need a little help from Kierkegaard, Irish poets
and sexually frustrated German philosophers.
First, a little something from "Either/Or" The Seducers Diary.
"Today I saw her for the first tme at Mrs Jansen's.
I was introduced.She didn't seem much concerned or take
much note of me. I behaved as unobtrusively as possible to
be the more attentive ... I made a few cool, almost
nonchalant remarks to her which were retuned with
undeserved courtesy. Then they left. I could have offered
to accompany them, but that would have been enough to
mark me down as a ladies' man and I am convinced she
cannot be won in that way."
A Drinking Song
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
-W.B. Yeats
And maybe we will finish with some Nietzsche
Enough aesthetic banter for one post.
Cheers.
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