These past two days I started and finished Nausea, by Jean-Paul Sartre. If anybody here's read it, I suppose it won't surprise that I absolutely loved it.
I'd recommend it, quite vainly (though self-consciously vainly), to anybody who wishes to understand one of my basic outlooks on life.
...dot com bold typeface rhetoric. You go clickety click and get your head split. 'The hell you look like on a message board Discussing whether or not the Brother is hardcore?
