“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
There is a certain Hindu-esque maya world-is-illusion solipsism to Sartre that could have been cured by a brick to the face. Instead of ascending, Sartre went within himself where no one could follow.
Leaving the world relatively looking at Sartre with his head up his own ass.
I'll do my part, acknowledge Sartre And try to follow through By telling you that I still rue The day I first heard of Camus! The thoughts from twentieth-century French Have made a most ungodly stench! It's no wonder the expression PHEW!' Rhymes with dear Albert Camus!
I'm with Camus....if this is a vote. ;-)
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ReplyDeleteThere is a certain Hindu-esque maya world-is-illusion solipsism to Sartre that could have been cured by a brick to the face. Instead of ascending, Sartre went within himself where no one could follow.
ReplyDeleteLeaving the world relatively looking at Sartre with his head up his own ass.
I'll do my part, acknowledge Sartre
ReplyDeleteAnd try to follow through
By telling you that I still rue
The day I first heard of Camus!
The thoughts from twentieth-century French
Have made a most ungodly stench!
It's no wonder the expression PHEW!'
Rhymes with dear Albert Camus!
~ Nyanya Nyanynya
You are incorrigible, FT!
ReplyDeleteWell, Camus does substitute for sleeping pills...
ReplyDelete...for the children of Taghaza, anyways.
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