What the Philosophers say about reality is often as deceptive as when you see a sign in a second-hand store that reads: Pressing Done Here. If you went in with your clothes to have them pressed you would be fooled; the sign is for sale.
— Søren Kierkegaard, “Diapsalmata” from Either/Or.
I don't know what to say. Funny, but in an "I think my soul just died a little bit" kind of way.
Maybe it's that I know guys like that; maybe it's that I'm a bit like that myself; one way or another it's painful.
Just to make up for the torture, here's an oldie that's genuinely clever and funny:
The obsession with Ping-Pong is something I've never quite understood;
This is not your ordinary table tennis.
A fire broke out backstage in a theatre. The Clown came out to warn the public; they thought it was a joke and applauded. He repeated it; the acclaim was even greater. I think that's just how the world will come to an end: to general applause from wits who believe it's a joke.
— Søren Kierkegaard, “Diapsalmata” from Either/Or.
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