The Philosophical Worldview Artist

One day when, at Combray, I had spoken of this seaside resort of Balbec in the presence of M. Swann, hoping to learn from him whether it was...

"On such occasions I felt ashamed of myself and went about Peiskam with my head low, but I was ashamed only in front of Frau Kienesberg...

"Now female authors like to live in jolly intimacy with their fellows; they rejoice in literary luncheons, publishers' teas and get...

"'Odi profanum vulgus et arceo,' said the son of a freed slave , " said the son of an exiled wine-merchant , said the son ...

"Odi profanum vulgus et arceo," said the son of a freed slave, said the son of an exiled wine-merchant.

Seul au comptoir à manger du Marché Chez Eddie, Je chipote, avec lassitude, une salade infecte à la grecque, et bois, à petits coups, un ...

I. God is undead: not purposively undead, like the ghost of Hamlet's father; but gratuitously, tastelessly undead, like Freddie Kruger,...

I. Platonism is to pragmatism what pederasty is to Platonism. II. Q. What do you get when you take the piss out of epistemology? A. Et...

I. Marx remarks somewhere that "Hegel remarks somewhere that all great world-historic facts and personages appear, so to speak, twice....

Latest post from an hilarious trans-pondic blog I've been following for a few weeks now, http://angrylondoner.blogspot.com ---------...

The chef d'œuvre of one of the Big Five ( Cinque grandi ) of Italian New Wave cinema ( Spoiler warning : Plot or ending details follow...

Nothing will happen to anyone anywhere ever again.

Of all of the intellectual lumpenproletarian folkways over which our intellectual petit-bourgeoisie is forever working itself into a fellati...

...you've been known to brag about your private boycott of Starbucks, Microsoft or Wal-Mart. ...you think such a thing as the "d...

Call the roller of this cigar, The muscular one, and bid him whip On bathroom tiles concupiscent curds. Let the wenches model such undres...

Lost my partner, what could I do? Skip to my loo, skip to my loo. I needed money, what could I do? Skip to my loo, skip to my loo; Skip ...

The kitten mews sweetly, oblivious of fawkin'. I'll still be around when she's a grimalkin.

(For a PDF version of this essay, go to  The Worldview Annex .) About a month ago as of this writing, I joined Friendster at the invitat...