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Thursday, January 15, 2004 

Why I don't like Sartre (so far)

I don't understand existential dread. Oh, I understand what causes that dread in the character in Nausea, but not why the reaction is dread. Existential giddiness? Sure. Existential rapture, joy, ecstasy, weightlessness? But of course Dread? I don't get it.

I guess it's all in how you're taught it.



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