Hölderlin

Hölderlin – that’s the name of the campus AI, by coincidence.

Hardly a coincidence. A deliberate desecration. Seriously – you called your AI after the greatest philosopher-poet who ever lived? Who thought of that? Who around here had even heard of Hölderlin?

 

It’s deliberate – that’s what gets me. It’s like deliberately mocking everything precious and noble and good. Everything that isn’t, like, totally disgusting.

 

Fucking Hölderlin. It’s called Hölderlin. I’ll never get over that. They have to take everything. They have to appropriate everything. They won’t let us have anything of our own.

 

Hölderlin … Quote some Hölderlin in German, Helmut. Oh you can’t. Your vow of silence.

And the fact that he doesn’t speak German. For which his vow of science is a very convenient cover.

 

Hölder-who?

Stop pretending. He’s the philosopher’s poet. The philosopher’s philosophical poet. Like Herr literaro-philosophical. The original literaro-philosophical gangsta.

 

Are you going to be the British Hölderlin? Do we need a British Hölderlin? Are you going to be quotable? Are you going to inspire idiots like us two hundred years after you die? Are you going to go mad and live in a tower?

Not a bad option.

Actually, Fiver’s the one who’s going to go mad. Do you write poetry, Fiver? You should. You’ve got the authentic mad thing going on.

 

Are you going to change your name to Hölderlin? Why didn’t Cicero nickname you Hölderlin?