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.
Is there a word for craving brought about by something that smells wonderful, and is tantalizingly close to being edible, but not quite?
I'm making french onion soup, and the onions just hit that first stage--cooked, but not yet caramelized. The butter has melted and separated, the salt has penetrated, and I just added a dash of balsamic.
I'm becoming very, very hungry just sitting in the same room with it.
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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