The intelligentsia! she cried. This is the new intelligentsia! This is the new thought tribe!
We were the true Europeans, she said. The last ones. This is the remnant of European philosophy. We’re the only ones who care. The only ones who feel it.
And we probably couldn’t even spell Nietzsche, she said. We’d have trouble with Schleiermacher.
The intelligentsia! she cried. Cicero was actually dancing with pleasure. She was doing a jig! With her tight perm (she still had a tight perm then.)
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