Sunday, January 23, 2005


It is an Art Blakey morning, bitter cold but brilliant with the sun upon the snow. There have been no radical developments in the reading. Hans is adjusting to alpine life and is becoming rather philosophical about his own emotional response to the passing of time and such. Settembrini himself recognizes the intellectual potential in Hans and encourages such in their encounters. Mann continues to reveal his debt to the impact of Nietzsche. The mores of tradition and class are imperceptibly dissected on nearly every page.

It is off to Bardstown, not quite Perryville but still the sight of the most northern Confederate command in Kentucky. It is my niece's fourth birthday and i hope all goes well.


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