| Quotation | I finished Sisyphus in a hurry, bored with its systematic aridity. It is inconclusive even in the thought of Camus himself, an essay, a note, a way station, and all that he proclaims in the middle of it about the "ethic of quantity" (finding meaning in the repetition of meaningless acts) is highly ambiguous because what he finds is precisely a hidden quality. Well, that's that. I turn to something else. |