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1843

Started reading  Fear & Trembling yesterday. I have profuse regard  for Kierkegaard's torment ; here is a dedicated writer.

Not long ago , at the back of the village church, where they stock exhausted  paperbacks for 50p, I invested in The Journals of Kierkegaard 1834-1854; small outlay  for someone to turn to so often, that the hoary cover has fallen off.

The anguish  of being a wordsmith.

In 1843, the year F&T was published, Kierkegaard ponders :

"The hardest trial of all is when a man does not know whether the cause of his suffering is madness or guilt." 

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