Tuesday Tale of Woe
Behold: Xal-Traileren, devourer of drill bits.
Her might is awesome in diabolical malevolence.
Her hide is toughened by long years of highway wand'ring.
All shall be made to cower in her presence.
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.
Behold: Xal-Traileren, devourer of drill bits.
Her might is awesome in diabolical malevolence.
Her hide is toughened by long years of highway wand'ring.
All shall be made to cower in her presence.
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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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