5/20/2023 0 Comments Sartre nausee![]() ![]() if I yield, they're going to come round in front of me, between my eyes, and I always yield, the thought grows and grows and there it is, immense, filling me completely and renewing my existence. ![]() Thoughts are born at the back of me, like sudden giddiness, I feel them being born behind my head. This philosophical novel, written in the form of a diary, narrates the feeling of revulsion that a certain Roquentin undergoes when confronted with the world of matternot merely the world of other people but the very awareness of his own body. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire: the hatred, the disgust of existing, there are as many ways to make myself exist, to thrust myself into existence. During his years of teaching in Le Havre, Sartre published La Nause (1938 Nausea ). At this very moment, it's frightful, if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. Because that's still a thought." Will there never be an end to it? ![]() I mustn't think that I don't want to think. If I could keep myself from thinking! I try, and succeed: my head seems to fill with smoke. How serpentine is this feeling of existing, I unwind it, slowly. But though I am the one who continues it, unrolls it. The body lives by itself once it has begun. ![]() For example, this sort of painful rumination: I exist, I am the one who keeps it up. It's worse than the rest because I feel responsible and have complicity in it. Then there are words, inside the thoughts, unfinished words, a sketchy sentence which constantly returns: "I have to fi. They stretch out and there's no end to them and they leave a funny taste in the mouth. “I jump up: it would be much better if I could only stop thinking. ![]()
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