The author is wholly unable to conceal his own ego in this book and I just couldn’t stomach it anymore. The not so subtle references to himself as Phaedrus (the student of Plato), the rambling, the fact that I’m halfway through and he hasn’t even introduced the concept of quality for which is the whole point of it, and finally, the constant ridicule for romanticism. *Barf* don’t waste your time on this.
— Aug 25, 2019 06:57PM
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