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4.06 AVERAGE
4.06 AVERAGE
I really gave this a go but the abstract language was too much for me, I will give this a go perhaps after reading some of Camus’ fiction
“მართალია, ზოგჯერ მწვერვალიდან დაშვება ტანჯვითაა სავსე, მაგრამ ამის კეთება სიხარულითაც შეიძლება.”
challenging
informative
reflective
slow-paced
challenging
dark
mysterious
reflective
medium-paced
Very dense but provoking
adventurous
challenging
inspiring
reflective
medium-paced
adventurous
informative
inspiring
reflective
medium-paced
challenging
reflective
slow-paced
challenging
slow-paced
I still have a crush on Camus but this wasn’t as good as I was expecting. I wish there was more discussion on suicide, more on Sisyphus, less on the absurd. If you’re an actor or an artist, I think you will find some really glorifying passages in here. I’d rank this below The Stranger and above The Plague for me personally.
informative
mysterious
medium-paced
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
reflective
slow-paced
I think that no review could ever do justice to the greatness of this essay and to the effect it had on me, so I'll just limit myself to quote the climax of the book (which, if you consider everything that precedes it, contains some of the most beautiful words I have ever read):
"I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain! One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy."
"I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain! One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy."