Eric Scheske

The Flies Sartre's play, The Flies, dramatizes the Greek legend of Orestes, a man who murders his mother and her husband. Normally, a person in Orestes' situation would quake as he awaited divine punishment, but not Orestes. He rises above such fear, shouting at Jupiter: “I am

https://twitter.com/hashtag/boycottnetflix?lang=en I'm not a big boycott guy, but Netflix has simply crossed the line too many times. And now a gay Jesus. And it's Christmas. I ain't gonna judge you if you don't cancel, but: you

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More Sartre So what did Sartre say? Basically, he simply denied that we have any natural traits (i.e., essences, characteristics). Instead of such essences, Sartre said, we have existence, and that's it. Our essences don't really exist. At best, they have a secondary reality because

It's Friday the 13th. Avoid ladders, black cats and ridiculous superstitions.

Office Party Night Office party tonight. There'll be a lot of drinking and, no doubt, the stereotypical office party drunken antics, including the woman who drinks too much, flirts outrageously with the boss, then goes home with him, leaving me to deal with the fall-out later. Fortunately, that

Jean-Paul Sarte is also significant because his immense popularity offers further proof that there is something about existentialism that appeals to modern man. In 1945, after Sartre's philosophy began to filter through Paris' streets, he scheduled a public lecture. Although it was not widely advertised, by the

The Catcher in the Rye is one of the few books that I've read twice. The narrator and protagonist, Holden Caulfield, is a teenage jerk, but his constant, pointed criticisms of the shallowness of modern life make me laugh. Holden punches and weaves through everyday banalities that most