Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Me vs. Genius
I have finally faced my destiny. I am assaulting Spengler’s “Decline of the West.” I fear the Germanic bastard may be the death of me yet.
"The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause..." Theodore Roosevelt
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