Immortal Openings, 11: Robertson Davies, Leaven of Malice

I’m reading this book with pleasure.  I always read Davies with pleasure.  And while this is not the first sentence that occurs in the novel, it is the first in the novel proper.

When Fortune decides to afflict a good man and rob him of his peace, she often chooses a fine day to begin.

Immortal Openings, 8: Maurice Natanson, Edmund Husserl: Philosopher of Infinite Tasks

Philosophy, these sullen days, is somewhat a pensioner in the family of knowledge.  Like an aged grandfather living on a legacy outstripped by the times, philosophy depends on the kindness of relatives who may take some pride in the aura of grandness which surrounds the old man but who help to maintain him more out of loyalty than devotion.

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