Sartre, returned to the writing-desk, after enjoying a smoke in the garden, and paused, struck by the realisation of the true meaning of life - absurdity.
Reading Monday's issue of The Australian, I found journalists and critics comparing Bob Dylan to Shakespeare, Rimbaud, Herman Melville and Edgar Allan Poe, and an Australian senator advocating the issue of licences to doctors, so that they may lawfully kill their patients. Absurd but typical of modern life, I remembered Sartre's epiphany.
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