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there’s something in my book

This was stuck in Nietzsche:


I bought the book in 1997 or ’98; so this would be the Clinton-bombing war in Iraq that December, not the current incarnation. I was in high school, and I had a friend who hung fliers protesting the economic sanctions all over the halls. She was in touch with some other people against sanctions, who then did not want a potential Iraq war to evolve into an actual one, and produced this sticker (it’s cut from a sheet of labels). I don’t remember discussing it much with her, mostly just being distantly supportive and accepting all invitations. This is how I ended up in Philadelphia paired up with a woman with lovely long gray hair who looked at me with her active listening face on as I equivocated about how I had no idea whether or not sanctions were effective and therefore, although I wan’t in favor of little children starving, didn’t feel qualified to have an opinion.

The same friend led to my buying the book. One of the first times I hung out with her outside of school, she told me she wanted to start a philosophy club. I told her I liked philosophy. By which I meant, “While I have never read any philosophy, I like books and ideas and any excuse to feel superior to others.” But we stopped at a bookstore and I bought what I judged to be one of the artier, more misanthropic options available, to prove my sincerity. The bookmark made it through thirty pages of prefaces before I put it back on the shelf. The last time I heard from the friend, she’d just started her philosophy doctorate.

I’ve now made it past the prefaces and some sections into the book proper. It’s slow-going. Nietzsche just scoffed at the idea that the chorus in Greek drama was the ideal spectator because the spectator didn’t see the play as real. I don’t think that’s what people saying that meant, you obtuse weirdo. I got the same voice-of-the-people-and-their-morality analysis when I was assigned Antigone in school. I may want to break between this and The Case of Wagner to read a comic book.


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