Annoyances
It annoys me. I embarked on a deliberate journey to the distant bookshop (five whole minutes walk) to acquire a copy of Descartes' Meditations. I curled up on a nice comfortable granite ledge and began to read. Not two minutes later, I was approached by a second-year student, who asked if I wished to purchase her essential reading first-year Philosophy books. What annoys me is that I was already holding half of the essential reading first-year Philosophy books (the other half being the inestimable John Locke's essays). What annoys me even more is that if I had not already acquired a copy of Descartes, I would not have been approached by the friendly second-year student, since she would have had no idea that I was a philosophy student, and therefore I would have had to buy both.
I am dreadfully fond of Joseph Heller, but Catch-22 situations make my eyeballs ache.
Enough. Descartes is seducing me with his consciousness.