Nausea
Registered by dulcinea99 on 8/10/2002
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For anyone who has felt horrified by their own existence.
Sartre's hero Roquentin's feeling of Nausea "spreads at the bottom of the viscous puddle, at the bottom of our time-the time of purple suspenders and broken chair seats; it is made of wide, soft instants, spreading at the edge, like an oil stain."
My existential husband really loves this book.
Sartre's hero Roquentin's feeling of Nausea "spreads at the bottom of the viscous puddle, at the bottom of our time-the time of purple suspenders and broken chair seats; it is made of wide, soft instants, spreading at the edge, like an oil stain."
My existential husband really loves this book.