Das ding an sich. I read this in a novel this past week and thought I, as a product of a Jesuit education, should understand its meaning. We were fed many philosophies as part of our well-rounded education. Then, on the same day, as chance would have it, in another novel, The Pale King, I came across the same phrase applied to the paradox of kissing one’s own lips. (Why would that come up in a novel about the IRS?) But I digress. The point is that this reminded me of another time while reading Agape Agape by William Gaddis that I came across a passage concerning a Mr.
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