"Life is a mystery to be lived, not a problem to be solved." - S.K.

Søren Kierkegaard. I've read some philosophers over time, or rather, excerpts of their work. Why did I think I could give Kierkegaard a miss? I just spent a very enjoyable few hours in his company, listening to him hold forth on life, sensuality, and Mozart (aka the first chapter of "Either/Or"), with a skilfulness and wit that has made me chuckle in pleasure and appreciation, to the amusement of the other people sitting in the café. Whoever translated him into German did an incredible job.

In other news, I really should get gloves, and some skin cream. The skin on my hands is drying out, making them look positively mummified. That is scary.