The professor is occupied reading the explanations he has prepared to communicate to the students in the room. But the way he holds his lecture papers, his gestures, his complexion, the shape of his skull and the fall of his hair separate from this professorial presence, and form a foppish, bufoonish, or loutish physiognomy. The instructor disappears, as though he had left the room, leaving there only his trappings and paraphernalia (A. Lingis, The Imperative, 100).


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    • tee hee.

      This post, of all things, has precipitated not one, but two oddly caustic emails. I had to quote it here because it made me laugh, but also because it gestures to how affected Lingis’ prose can tend to be. Nevertheless, rhetorical “flair” and all, Lingis remains a figure worth reading, in my estimation.

    • There’s definitely a certain British humour to the excerpt, and I can even imagine what an undergraduate classof this type would be like. I simply wonder what philosophical import such a ‘description’ could eventuate (for what it’s worth I’m sympathetic to the west coast Husserlians). by way of analogy, let me say simply that not every line of T.S. Eliot is moving, not every line of Shakespeare great. Mutatis Mutandis, where does this fall on the great Lingis continuum?

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