Yes, since I started reading Kierkegaard's work, absolutely nothing else, save of course the bible have become utter piffle and balderdash! I laugh and cry with you, Soren. Rest with God.
My pseudonymity or polyonymity has not had an accidental basis in my person (not from a fear of penalty under the law, in regard to which I am not aware of any offense, and simultaneously with the publication of a book the printer and the censor qua public official have always been officially informed who the author was) but an essential basis in the production itself, which for the sake of the lines and of the psychologically varied differences of the individualities, poetically required an indiscriminateness with regard to good and evil, brokenheartedness and gaiety, despair and overconfidence, suffering and elation, etc., which is ideally limited only by psychological consistency, which no factually actual person dares to allow himself or can want to allow himself in the moral limitation of actuality. What has been written, then is mine, but only insofar as I, by means of audible lines, have placed the life-view of the creating, poetically actual individuality in his mouth, for my relation is even more remote than that of a poet, who poetizes characters and yet in the preface is himself the author. That is, I am impersonally or personally in the third person a prompter who has poetically produced the authors, whose prefaces in turn are “their introduction, as their names are also. Thus in the pseudonymous books there is not a single word by me. I have no opinion about them except as a third party, no knowledge of their meaning except as a reader not the remotest private relation to them, since it is impossible to have that to a doubly reflected communication. A single word by me personally in my own name would be an arrogating self-forgetfulness that, regarded dialectically, would be guilty of having essentially annihilated the pseudonymous authors by one word. Concluding Postscript625-626
One should let the guest speak always, and the only words that the host should have should be in the form of a question. Siri is not the best speaker, she takes time to organize her thoughts as she speaks. Holdengraber only likes the sound of his own voice. A bit unpleasant. I wish there were more of Siri in this.
Yes, since I started reading Kierkegaard's work, absolutely nothing else, save of course the bible have become utter piffle and balderdash! I laugh and cry with you, Soren. Rest with God.
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My pseudonymity or polyonymity has not had an accidental basis in my
person (not from a fear of penalty under the law, in regard to which I am not
aware of any offense, and simultaneously with the publication of a book the
printer and the censor qua public official have always been officially
informed who the author was) but an essential basis in the production itself, which for the sake of the lines and of the psychologically varied differences of the individualities, poetically required an indiscriminateness with regard to good and evil, brokenheartedness and gaiety, despair and overconfidence, suffering and elation, etc., which is ideally limited only by psychological consistency, which no factually actual person dares to allow himself or can want to allow himself in the moral limitation of actuality.
What has been written, then is mine, but only insofar as I, by means of
audible lines, have placed the life-view of the creating, poetically actual
individuality in his mouth, for my relation is even more remote than that of
a poet, who poetizes characters and yet in the preface is himself the author.
That is, I am impersonally or personally in the third person a prompter who
has poetically produced the authors, whose prefaces in turn are “their introduction, as their names are also.
Thus in the pseudonymous books there is not a single word by me. I have no opinion about them except as a third party, no knowledge of their meaning except as a reader not the remotest private relation to them, since it is
impossible to have that to a doubly reflected communication. A single word by
me personally in my own name would be an arrogating self-forgetfulness that,
regarded dialectically, would be guilty of having essentially annihilated the
pseudonymous authors by one word.
Concluding Postscript625-626
Paul Holdengräber is a self-loving Jew. But he's not that bad either.
One should let the guest speak always, and the only words that the host should have should be in the form of a question. Siri is not the best speaker, she takes time to organize her thoughts as she speaks. Holdengraber only likes the sound of his own voice. A bit unpleasant. I wish there were more of Siri in this.
No, he was very unpleasant to the point of boorish obnoxiousness.