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'Such delicious new tea,' said Otoko, smiling. 'Do make some more - in the abstract style.'

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I stopped off at the (usually closed) secondhand bookshop on the way up to the University area. Statistically, my chances of 'finds' here in Belgium are much reduced (English books relegated to a few shelves or - as here - three boxes). Nevertheless, this was waiting for a good home & here are a few pages ...

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We are too late for the gods

and too early for Being

Being's poem, just begun, is man.

(Heidegger, The Experience of Thinking, 1947)*

& this - from the General Introduction by David Farrell Krell - seems to acquire even greater resonance with this afternoon's announcement of the closure of The News of the World:

"The question of Being is not bloodless after all, but vital.

For what?

For recovery of the chance to ask what is happening with man on this earth the world over, not in terms of headlines but of less frantic and more frightful disclosures." (xl)

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* the book arrived this morning - actually placed in my hand by the postman. The reason for the delay? A return to sender in the U.K. due to the address being erased by the rain. Appropriate in a way?