Do You Write or Think? Mr Nietzsche's Assessment of Your Dilemma.

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I had forgotten this:

"The literary woman, unsatisfied, agitated, desolate in heart and entrails, listening every minute with painful curiosity to the imperative which whispers from the depths of her organism "aut liberi aut libri [either children or books]."
?Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols

Ten years ago I would have turned the page with a sigh and a sneer.

Today...?

Any more ideas of philosophical moustaches on which I case base the styling of my Immanuel Kant?

rofl Threadie!

Threadworm - It is your categorical imperative to have whatever style pleases you most.

threadworm I believe this won't scare the horses, but will reassure dp that you are not 'letting yourself go'.

And I admire his strength of character, don't you, in not deed-polling his name to Andrew.

damn

La Haine? Vincent Cassel? Oh you would love Irreversable!

The philosphucal 'tash is not the same as the sexually attractive tash. even with Tom Selleck. Does that mean moustaches are misogynist? Cos I hate them?

I cold build a whole philosphy around that...

Q. Why did Kant write the Second Critique?

A. So he could finish the sentence that he started in the first one.

Jean-Paul Sartre is sitting at a French cafe, revising his draft of Being and Nothingness. He says to the waitress, "I'd like a cup of coffee, please, with no cream." The waitress replies, "I'm sorry, monsieur, but we're out of cream. How about with no milk?"

And Sartre refused, saying, "If I drink it without milk rather thancream it make me nauseous."

And Freud said to Satre: "I stay away from dairy, I get all my milk from my mother"

Sartre

Suddenly Bertrand Russell stormed in. He threw down his bag of books and, at the top of his voice, cried: "A stupid man's report of what a clever man says can never be accurate, because he unconsciously translates what he hears into something he can understand."

The diners, embarrassed, fell silent.

My editor has just pointed out that should read:

"The diners fell silent."

that that should read:

"The diners fell silent."

"Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must remain silent," said the diners (quoting Wittgenstein who, oddly, had no moustache).

OBM Did your editor say to you: "If fifty million people say a foolish thing, it is still a foolish thing"?

Hegel joined the (we need a collective noun for philosphers - Threadworm where are you?)happy chaps at the cafe. He was not much impressed that the French waiting staff could not speak German: 'Only one man ever understood me....and he didn't understand me' said Hegel without so much as one sip of his Absinthe.

'Waiter, I didn't order Absinthe,' said Hegel in disgust. 'Get me some of that self-positing spirit.'

"God, how we loathed Hegel," continued Grand-Mere.

"Whereas Wittgenstein was such a happy soul! Always goosing the waitresses, singing rugby songs and sticking feathers in his arsehole, before falling into a puddle of his own vomit."

She grew quiet. After a short while, she drew us closer, and continued, in a hushed tone: "But girls, Hegel made good. Wittgenstein died poor, and his family with him."

i love myself

which is lucky

'Was sagst du?' Hegel asked the French waiter. Nietzsche reminded Hegel that words can be communicated as clearly through the unsaid as through the said, even if the said is in a langage you don't understand.

'If a lion could speak,' said Wittgenstein, feather poised in mid-insertion, 'we would not be able to understand it.'