ROLAND BARFS FILM DIARY WEEK 8
February 18. Cold sun and rain. I do some work for the Sanctuary in the afternoon. I read some Hegel, slowly working my way through some extremely dense prose which I barely grasp. I’ve read what I’m reading before, but not for a good few years now, and I find small flashes of recollection are lost in a sea of murky unclarity. Why am I reading Hegel whe…
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