Montaigne
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registered: 1999.11.22
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Well, the essay in question is "Que Philosopher, C'est Apprendre A Mourir"...at least that's what the man called it when he wrote it. I have three volumes of his essays here and the one you refer to is in livre 1. Of course all of what I have here is written in 15th century french and I can't read it...it's nice to have a beautiful woman that lives with you that can translate old and ancient french when necessary. It was one of his earlier essays and he wrote it because at the time he thought he was dying. He did of course go on to live a long life which you made note of. It was also inspired by the death of a close friend. He missed their conversations terribly and if this buddy of his had not died he may never have set any of his essays down on paper. They were basically letters to his dead friend and had he lived they could have been just conversations. I'm sure everyone is enjoying this little diversion to the land of "Very Dead French People" so maybe we'll talk about Denis Diderot next. Or we can jump around and maybe talk about the history of French Indochina! Or I could just tell the story of how I chased this beautiful woman that lives with me all the way to Paris and got her to come back and live with me here above the Assabet River. We'll just have all kinds of French stuff on the menu here on the Baerwald Message Board. Oh yeah, Montaigne, like all great human beings, would contradict himself a lot. So had he been on that plane with you, he would have been the other guy screaming I'm sure. Any way you're all witnesses!!! David has exposed himself! And Dave...go easy on the vikes...they're habit forming.
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'The only way to avoid getting crushed by absurdity, is to humbly include the absurd in our calculations.'
'The only way to avoid getting crushed by absurdity, is to humbly include the absurd in our calculations.'
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Well, the essay in question is "Que Philosopher, C'est Apprendre A Mourir"...at least that's what the man called it when he wrote it. I have three volumes of his essays here and the one you refer to is in livre 1. Of course all of what I have here is written in 15th century french and I can't read it...it's nice to have a beautiful woman that lives with you that can translate old and ancient french when necessary. It was one of his earlier essays and he wrote it because at the time he thought he was dying. He did of course go on to live a long life which you made note of. It was also inspired by the death of a close friend. He missed their conversations terribly and if this buddy of his had not died he may never have set any of his essays down on paper. They were basically letters to his dead friend and had he lived they could have been just conversations. I'm sure everyone is enjoying this little diversion to the land of "Very Dead French People" so maybe we'll talk about Denis Diderot next. Or we can jump around and maybe talk about the history of French Indochina! Or I could just tell the story of how I chased this beautiful woman that lives with me all the way to Paris and got her to come back and live with me here above the Assabet River. We'll just have all kinds of French stuff on the menu here on the Baerwald Message Board. Oh yeah, Montaigne, like all great human beings, would contradict himself a lot. So had he been on that plane with you, he would have been the other guy screaming I'm sure. Any way you're all witnesses!!! David has exposed himself! And Dave...go easy on the vikes...they're habit forming.
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'The only way to avoid getting crushed by absurdity, is to humbly include the absurd in our calculations.'
'The only way to avoid getting crushed by absurdity, is to humbly include the absurd in our calculations.'
