Friday 21 June 2019

Friday, 27 February, 2009

Reading Erich Heller on Nietzsche and the inbuilt paradoxes of Eternal Recurrence. If the ghost is fallible then so will the Ubermensch be, and so Nietzsche has no alternative but to paint himself into a corner of reassuring madness and actually become - or usurp - Zarathustra. I feel like that every day from the sickening stares I get from idiots in the street. "When are you doing another Roxy album, Brian?" until one just wants to screech for mortality. In the bathroom this morning there was a blister on my scrotum. Rushed to Harley Street urologist who kept his countenance. Said there were some good dressing gowns on sale in Debenhams. I blame the Socialists. In the evening I did fishcakes and salad for Bryan but he fidgeted and sighed all the way through Time Team until I had no choice but to turn over and watch the dreadful Friday Night Project. His tastes are real pleb stuff. I don't know why I stick with him. Made my excuses and rushed to bed. Thought of Thomas Carlyle landing inadequately on a vaulting horse. Traditional antics.

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