We were driving along the shore of a large ornamental lake, an ellipse of glassy water that reflected the nearby mountains and reminded me of Lake Geneva with its old League of Nations headquarters, another attempt to blueprint a kingdom of saints.
We were driving along the shore of a large ornamental lake, an ellipse of glassy water that reflected the nearby mountains and reminded me of Lake Geneva with its old League of Nations headquarters, another attempt to blueprint a kingdom of saints.
“Words are very slippery. Wittgenstein has more than 30 pages, for example, on the word “pain.” What is pain? Can I tell what kind of pain you’re in? You can tell me, “I really am in extreme pain.” But is that necessarily “true”? Maybe you’re just trying to impress me.”
Marjorie Perloff