Tag: Simone de Beauvoir
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Troops of friends
“Do you ever have trouble with your friends, G?” We were walking along the Stanley Park seawall at the time, and I hadn’t expected a question like that from Arvid; we’d been good friends since our university days -we’d even roomed together for a few semesters then to save on expenses. We’d both acted as…
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Is time really out of joint?
I imagine there comes a time for each of us when we finally realize we are getting old; a time when we feel that we are just catching up on news so aged that we were only children when it first arose. Information so old that I’m not sure what it should be called –opinion…
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Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing?
What have we done? Have we become so transfixed with definitions –differences– we have forgotten where we started? Where we want to go? Has the clarity for which we strived, opacified as it cooled? Sometimes the more encompassing the definition, the less useful it becomes. I suppose that coming from the putative dark side -that…