The philosopher Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegelʼs cap, preserved in the his childhood home in Stuttgart, is something to be seen.
pot-roasted!
Delightful - the short sentences that keep returning, but changed--the little surprises, the strangeness of the headpiece itself. "Pot-roasted by the incessant ebullition of his intellect"!
Hilarious! And thank god, there was a picture. The only thing missing is a sense of its size, so we have the scope of that thinking noggin.
I'm wondering if Proust would feel the same way about the fatal second view.
I struggled with including the picture. I was thinking—am I being too literal minded? Is it really about the hat? But it is really about the hat!
Great stuff, loved this piece
I loved this so much.
pot-roasted!
Delightful - the short sentences that keep returning, but changed--the little surprises, the strangeness of the headpiece itself. "Pot-roasted by the incessant ebullition of his intellect"!
Hilarious! And thank god, there was a picture. The only thing missing is a sense of its size, so we have the scope of that thinking noggin.
I'm wondering if Proust would feel the same way about the fatal second view.
I struggled with including the picture. I was thinking—am I being too literal minded? Is it really about the hat? But it is really about the hat!
Great stuff, loved this piece
I loved this so much.