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Saturday 9th March 2019

Jean-Paul Sartre

Existentialism Is a Humanism My purpose here is to offer a defence of existentialism against several reproaches that have been laid against it. First, it has been reproached as an invitation to people to dwell in quietism of despair. For if every way to a solution is barred, one would have to regard any action [..more..]

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-fore art, thou Wordsmith-

-fore art, thou Wordsmith- How be-it, the very soil upon my brow, is akin unto my hands, betwixt thy spine. Doth not the Quill aspire to inscribe; for what manner, hast mine blood contrived.. What looming shadow, dear faint echo; O' saintly spectre, why must thee chide. Shall I disquietly tolerate, circumspectly; wilt not thine [..more..]

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-fore art, thou Wordsmith-

-fore art, thou Wordsmith- How be-it, the very soil upon my brow, is akin unto my hands, betwixt thy spine. Doth not the Quill aspire to inscribe; for what manner, hast mine blood contrived.. What looming shadow, dear faint echo; O' saintly spectre, why must thee chide. Shall I disquietly tolerate, circumspectly; wilt not thine [..more..]

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-fore art, thou Wordsmith-

-fore art, thou Wordsmith- How be-it, the very soil upon my brow, is akin unto my hands, betwixt thy spine. Doth not the Quill aspire to inscribe; for what manner, hast mine blood contrived.. What looming shadow, dear faint echo; O' saintly spectre, why must thee chide. Shall I disquietly tolerate, circumspectly; wilt not thine [..more..]

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-fore art, thou Wordsmith-

-fore art, thou Wordsmith- How be-it, the very soil upon my brow, is akin unto my hands, betwixt thy spine. Doth not the Quill aspire to inscribe; for what manner, hast mine blood contrived.. What looming shadow, dear faint echo; O' saintly spectre, why must thee chide. Shall I disquietly tolerate, circumspectly; wilt not thine [..more..]

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-fore art, thou Wordsmith-

-fore art, thou Wordsmith- How be-it, the very soil upon my brow, is akin unto my hands, betwixt thy spine. Doth not the Quill aspire to inscribe; for what manner, hast mine blood contrived.. What looming shadow, dear faint echo; O' saintly spectre, why must thee chide. Shall I disquietly tolerate, circumspectly; wilt not thine [..more..]

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-fore art, thou Wordsmith-

-fore art, thou Wordsmith- How be-it, the very soil upon my brow, is akin unto my hands, betwixt thy spine. Doth not the Quill aspire to inscribe; for what manner, hast mine blood contrived.. What looming shadow, dear faint echo; O' saintly spectre, why must thee chide. Shall I disquietly tolerate, circumspectly; wilt not thine [..more..]

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-fore art, thou Wordsmith-

-fore art, thou Wordsmith- How be-it, the very soil upon my brow, is akin unto my hands, betwixt thy spine. Doth not the Quill aspire to inscribe; for what manner, hast mine blood contrived.. What looming shadow, dear faint echo; O' saintly spectre, why must thee chide. Shall I disquietly tolerate, circumspectly; wilt not thine [..more..]

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-fore art, thou Wordsmith-

-fore art, thou Wordsmith- How be-it, the very soil upon my brow, is akin unto my hands, betwixt thy spine. Doth not the Quill aspire to inscribe; for what manner, hast mine blood contrived.. What looming shadow, dear faint echo; O' saintly spectre, why must thee chide. Shall I disquietly tolerate, circumspectly; wilt not thine [..more..]

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