Because Omelets, Like Life, Are Empty and Meaningless. Only One Nauseates Me, Though
In the metaphysics news of late: didja know that Jean-Paul Sartre had a cookbook?
Highlights:
"I have realized that the traditional omelet form (eggs and cheese) is bourgeois. Today I tried making one out of cigarette, some coffee, and four tiny stones. I fed it to Malraux, who puked. I am encouraged, but my journey is still long."
We haven't had so much fun at the Goo since the Nietzsche Family Circus came to town.
Tip o' the hat to the penultimate fraternal unit (there are some who call him... Tim).
Highlights:
"I have realized that the traditional omelet form (eggs and cheese) is bourgeois. Today I tried making one out of cigarette, some coffee, and four tiny stones. I fed it to Malraux, who puked. I am encouraged, but my journey is still long."
We haven't had so much fun at the Goo since the Nietzsche Family Circus came to town.
Tip o' the hat to the penultimate fraternal unit (there are some who call him... Tim).
4 Comments:
This sounds like the gastronomical musings of a man who believed that "Hell is a restaurant where you serve yourself."
You've got to read Czeslaw Milosz's musings on Sartre and De Bouvoir. He hated their guts. Milosz is a blast to read.
Any gut-hater of Sartre is a friend of mine.
Good to know you, friend!
Have you seen "The Onion: Our Dumb Century" byline? "French author writes, "Hell is other Frenchmen.""
Here is another old one: http://www.elsewhere.org/pomo
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