"Beauty is not like a superlative of what we imagine, a sort of abstract type we have before our eyes, but on the contrary a new, unimaginable type that reality affords us."
[Similarly: my suffering is not like the superlative of pain, of abandonment, etc., a sort of abstract type (which could be recovered by metalanguage), but on the contrary a new type, etc.]
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Mourning Diary - Pg 183
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