My Visitor and I are on the high seas of philosophy, our table a galley, with her at one end, reading Kant, and I at the other, reading Virno. We’ve agreed on Prince as the music perfect to accompany us on our voyage. My Visitor reads the following passage from the Anthropology:
Changing forms set in motion, which in themselves really have no significance that could arouse our attention – things like flickering flames in a fireplace, or the many twists and bubble movements of a brook rippling over stones – entertain the power of imagination with a host of representations of an entirely different sort … they play in the mind and it becomes absorbed in thought. Even music, for one who does not listen as a connoisseur, can put a poet or philosopher into a mood in which he can snatch and even master thoughts agreeable to his vocation or avocation, which he would not have caught so luckily had been sitting alone in his room.
I read Bernhard felt the same way (about Prince).
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