It may be that something very essential was resolved for me that fateful day years ago when, attending to my first competent interpretation of a german literary text, I was swept by the unforgetable effect of the so-called association of sensibility, whereby concepts merge with emotion, are apprehended emotionaly, poetically almost. In a way I got a hold of some cognitive skeleton key, something with which, further cultivated, I could make sense of the world, handle things effectively, die dinge zurechtmachen...
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
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