On Monday, for most of the day, I didn’t feel any of the cold symptoms that I’d experienced the night before until the end of the day again. It could be that the way I felt was more just a bi-product of being on the tenth and eleventh days of my fruit fast. There were just three days left and then on Friday I’d be able to eat salads with dressing and drink black tea.
I
spent a lot of time writing on the various topics for my Short Story essay on
Gabrielle Roy’s “The Road Past Altamont” in order to find out which topic I had
the most to write about. I narrowed it down to topic three, which gives us a
choice of two from four pairs of opposing themes. I was fairly certain that one
of the pairs I’d write on would be “belonging and exile” but I still hadn’t
settled on which I would choose from “openness and secrecy”; “youth and old
age”; or “time and distance”.
I
re-read the first sixteen pages of Heidegger’s “Letter on Humanism”. He doesn’t
think that humans are animals because he doesn’t think that we would have being
if that were the case. I don’t see why not.
I
watched the twelfth episode of the first season of Dragnet from 1951. These are
true stories, so I don’t know why none of these guys the cops interrogate ever
just say they will only speak through their lawyers. They always eventually
just talk until they incriminate themselves.
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