Marlin Rand woke up, asleep, a dream within a living nightmare.
You like to daydream, huhn?
Head lost in the clouds.
Are you listening?
Listening not hearing. The world retracts into a distance illuminated by your reflection, the sun shaft reaching that taillight, sending shards of red through the blinds. Why do we call then blinds? Why are screen doors not calls deafs?
The noise is deafening.
The hard drive is named Friedrich Nietzsche, the router Liza Minnelli and the broadband a traveling troupe of Keynesian mechanics with carpetbaggers galore.
Absurd, says Cumquat Jones, the nommedeplume of Tennessee Williams’ unknown soldier.
… his “hypotheses” on the origins of morality to reading his friend Paul Rée’s book The Origin of the Moral Sensations (1877) and finding the “genealogical hypotheses” offered there unsatisfactory.
Nietzsche decided that “a critique of moral values” was needed, that “the value of these values themselves must be called into question”. To this end Nietzsche provides a history of morality, rather than a hypothetical account in the style of Rée, whom Nietzsche classifies as an “English psychologist” (using “English” to designate an intellectual temperament, as distinct from a nationality).