Saturday, November 8, 2008

I need to stop nodding off in Brit Lit... it's dangerous.

TA: So, let’s go to... Sarah for the definition of “sublime” as given by the Professor in class…

Me: Wow. This is sad. I have... um... Sublime. The Prof contrasted its power to move the subject with beauty’s power to charm… that’s a quote from Immanuel Kant… and then I just have some dirty lyrics from the, uh, from Monty Python’s, um, philosopher drinking song… You know… Immanuel Kant was a real…uh, philosopher.”

Come on, you know the song…
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
Who was very rarely stable
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could drink you under the table.
David Hume could out-consume
Schopenhauer and Hegel.
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as sloshed as Schlegel.
There's nothing Nietszche couldn't teach ya
'Bout the raising of the wrist;
Socrates himself was permanently pissed…

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