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Dilettante's Diary: the internal dialogue of a hedonist bluestocking.

I am a dilettante. I know quite a bit about a lot of things, but I don't know enough to be an expert on anything. I have a very sensual, hedonistic nature, but I am also a thinker, and I aim one day to be worthy of the label 'bluestocking', despite its pejorative connotations.

This is my journal, which, delightfully enough, doesn't have to go wherever I go, but is accessible from nearly everywhere I am.

Monday, March 07, 2005

The game called Life

"The game plants you in front of a stranger and says: Love him, kill him, humiliate him. And you obey without asking yourself whether it is right. An hour later you will be loved or killed or humiliated in your turn. At bottom we know all this, but we play the game as if it were for fun." (Elie Wiesel, Gates of the Forest)

Is is a dismal view of life, but achingly accurate. I do try to opt out of the Game, but I am ever drawn into it. I am in the midst of some existential angst about man as a political animal. I doubt it will last long.

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