"I would like to say 'This book is written to the glory of God', but nowadays this would be the trick of a cheat, i.e., it would not be correctly understood."--Ludwig Wittgenstein
"Talk to me about the truth of religion, and I'll listen gladly. Talk to me about the duty of religion and I'll listen submissively. But don't come talking to me about the consolation of religion or I shall suspect that you don't understand."--C.S. Lewis
Ah, Paul Harvey. Such mixed feelings. Babbitry, yes, but what a stylist!
It was in the summer of 1976, I was working ten hours a day as a rodman--the surveyor's assistant--at Bradley's Bulldozer Service, in rural North Texas, and by night struggling through Being and Time, in preparation for writing a senior honors thesis in philosophy.
It was while riding down a dusty, almost-two-lane back road in a pick-up that I heard the following, in that inimitable staccato: "Martin Heidegger...German existentialist philosopher....DEAD!" That was it.
I rather doubt that Mr. Harvey had any detailed notion of "das Sein zum Tode." But I thought it was the perfect form of obituary.
Paul Harvey, I thought I was free of that New Speak Babbitt when he died. Stand by for ooze.
ReplyDeleteThe original really drive me up a wall. Bathos in the service of commerce is never a good mix.
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Ah, Paul Harvey. Such mixed feelings. Babbitry, yes, but what a stylist!
ReplyDeleteIt was in the summer of 1976, I was working ten hours a day as a rodman--the surveyor's assistant--at Bradley's Bulldozer Service, in rural North Texas, and by night struggling through Being and Time, in preparation for writing a senior honors thesis in philosophy.
It was while riding down a dusty, almost-two-lane back road in a pick-up that I heard the following, in that inimitable staccato: "Martin Heidegger...German existentialist philosopher....DEAD!" That was it.
I rather doubt that Mr. Harvey had any detailed notion of "das Sein zum Tode." But I thought it was the perfect form of obituary.