Mow

I am bracing myself for a mow in another hour or two. I got the cats inside this morning. It is only a little over a week ago since the last mow. The grass is still growing strong this late in the year. I remember back in early June when the summer seemed surprisingly and wonderfully moderate. I now think that summer simply shifted over a few weeks, starting later and ending later. Global weirding. Weird weather. But a mow is still a mow. A real piece of hard work. Well, it's not like I do a lot of work in my life. Maybe this helps to keep me honest, or a little less dishonest.

Camus and Sartre

When considering the similarities of Sartre’s and Camus’s intellectual careers, it is worth noting that they did have to cross some meaningful social divides, those of class and race.

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Sartre and Beauvoir, as children of professional families, possessed far greater sophistication - and higher social standing - than the son of a washerwoman from the mixed Arab and European Belcourt quarters of Algiers. And, as Sartre and Beauvoir’s social circle expanded during the last months of the war to include a number of well-known people, Camus was part of it. He could not fail to ignore Sartre’s appreciation of him.

-- Ronald Aronson, “Camus and Sartre”

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It did not hurt Camus that he was playing a more active role in the Resistance, giving him some big social points, making him that much more of an attractive figure. He really rose beyond himself. But he was also still out of his league. He was the outsider.