Quando filósofos ficam chapados…

Eles falam exatamente, o mesmo tipo de besteira que qualquer pessoa chapada fala:

The music, which meanwhile continued to blare and subside, I called the straw scourge of jazz. I’ve forgotten the reasons with which I permitted myself to tap my foot to the beat. That goes against my upbringing, and it did not happen without inner conflict. There were times when the intensity of the acoustic impressions crowded out all the others.

Benjamin, nos Hash Notes.

Em síntese:

E com isso, eu prometo, eu não falo mais de Walter Benjamin este mês.