Monday, June 6, 2016

Whose that Author?



That children don't know why they want what they want, all learned teachers and judges are unanimous. But that adults, just like children, tumble about in the world without knowing where they come from and where they're going—that they act in accordance with their avowed aims just as little as children do—that they can be ruled by cookies and cakes and lashes just as easily as children—this no one wants to believe, although it seems to me so palpably true.

17 comments:

Chip Ahoy said...

It all sounds so very German.

ricpic said...

Sounds ponderous enough to be something from Cormac McCarthy. Just guessing.

Trooper York said...

Chip is on the right track.

The clue is in the photo but not the person in the photo.

rcommal said...

Goethe.

rcommal said...

http://www.historytoday.com/frank-furedi/media%E2%80%99s-first-moral-panic

^ A link to an article about reaction to "The Sorrows of Young Werther" in its time and describes response to it then as an example of manufactured outrage and "The Media's First Moral Panic" (the article's title).

edutcher said...

Speaking of authors, the latest revelation from the Secret Service book about Hillary.

Turns out she really is the tougher of the two.

Apparently she beat him up on a regular basis.

And, no, I don't feel a bit sorry for him. The "charming rogue" who raped other women because he was afraid of his wife deserved it all.

Just ask the Rangers who were in Mogadishu.

AllenS said...

Mozart Lebowski.

Trooper York said...

Very good. A reader you are!

Chip Ahoy said...

I just now saw the most impressive clouds so I raced to set up a time lapse. Goes like this:
camera battery charged, charger in other room✓
memory card inserted, card in other device ✓
iso set appropriately✓
white balance for outside✓
aperture for conditions✓
shutter speed to accommodate aperture for test✓
set to A so shutter speed adjusts automatically to preset aperture as light changes ✓
telephone charged ✓
telephone set to timer ✓
tripod base screwed into camera✓
boink what took so long? Huh? If your legs worked you could dance around better.

And the clouds changed dramatically and I'm going, "Score!" and right then everything when completely gray and blank and a downpour occurred and there is really not that much to show in the sky when that happens and that's such a

BUMMER!

But watchya gonna do but just wait it out and it develops the camera clicks away as the rain lightens still clicking as the sky clears to discernible clouds and still clicks as light and calmness and dry return to late afternoon before closing down for the night.

chickelit said...

rcommal said...Goethe.

The Swiss German have a familiar saying: en gueute which roughly translated means "a good one" (like "have a good one"). They say it to one another, especially at mealtimes, unless you're saying it to more than person in which case you say en gueute, mitenand*. Where was I? Oh yes. So of course I had to pervert that when I lived there so I used to go around saying "in Goethe" which kinda sorta sounded the same (at least to me). I would watch for their reactions. If any one asked me about it I would reply man liest man es in Goethe (one reads it in Goethe). Whatever
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*mitenand is sort of a mashup of mit einander which means "with one another."

PS, thanks for the Werther link :)

chickelit said...

Chip Ahoy said...It all sounds so very German.

Trooper York said...Chip is on the right track.

Lebowski sounds Polish to me. Did he play goalie for the Blackhawks?

rcommal said...

I accept the rebuke.

-––

And I still embrace my own life.

rcommal said...

My brain, that thing I've had to think with, for 5-1/2 decades, now. It's all I have, all I've ever had. Just that, and no more.

rcommal said...

So it goes.

rcommal said...

i think that you guys don't understand what it would cost me, and the likes of me, to stop thinking. Or, maybe, you do.

MamaM said...

While unclear as to what "the likes of me" might include along with "you guys", I'm thinking the cost of not thinking would involve the giving up of life, with the involuntary function of breathing being the last to go.

Trooper York said...

Jeez can't you take a compliment?