“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.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
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!
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I'm with Camus....if this is a vote. ;-)
Me 2! )
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!
~ Nyanya Nyanynya
You are incorrigible, FT!
Well, Camus does substitute for sleeping pills...
...for the children of Taghaza, anyways.
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