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getting behind…

so here’s a list of what i had intended to write up in random pairs one day burger (carol adams’ book on the beef-based foodstuff) mclibel (the film of the trial) — quiddities (quine’s philosophical dictionary) hot fuzz (pegg II) … Continue reading

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endings

a meeting by the river (christopher isherwood) tales of the city by armistead maupin the restaurant at the end of the universe by douglas adams plato’s phaedo neil gaiman’s stardust book 1 of thucydides’ history of the peloponnesian war dan … Continue reading

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Borges on writers creating their own precursors

“If I am not mistaken, the heterogeneous pieces I have enumerated resemble Kafka; if I am not mistaken, not all of them resemble each other. The second fact is the more significant. In each of these texts we find Kafka’s … Continue reading

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Ethics Man

Going for a consistent set of principles seems to be really about: “Scientifically” imagining scenarios where we are clear about right and wrong courses of action, for example torturing an innocent person is wrong, giving a meal to a starving person is … Continue reading

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Tellus, issue 5

Another of Ailsa Hunt’s excellent series of pamphlets publishing poetry about or inspired by the classical world. This contains some gems, in particular an excerpt from Timothy Chappell’s verbally-powerful translation of Aeschylus’ Agamemnon (“and so the house receives back its … Continue reading

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Tragedy and Comedy

Comedy comes from surprise, either from the breaking of a (moral) rule (e.g. a taboo) or from something unexpected (“boo!”) (or both – man-falling-on-banana-skin is unexpected and makes us laugh, naughtily, from the suffering of another). And in Tragedy the … Continue reading

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Have we missed something?

Marx’s revolution? The proletariat are gliding through glass malls, tapping wirelessly-connected little glass screens. Workers swarm over stately homes, supping National Trust tea, while the rump of an aristocracy skulk in the cottage on the edge of the estate. Orwell’s … Continue reading

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