Showing posts with label Sartre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sartre. Show all posts
Thursday, 4 September 2014
Sartre dans le karzi
As at Caffè Nero, St Martin's Lane. (You get a higher class of graffitist in the West End, obviously.)
Labels:
Caffè Nero,
graffiti,
photography,
Sartre,
toilets
Friday, 27 June 2014
Frenemies
(A new one on me.)
Hitchens v Amis; Big Papa v F Scott; you get the idea.
Worth it for the closing line on Mormon Nailer.
Hitchens v Amis; Big Papa v F Scott; you get the idea.
Worth it for the closing line on Mormon Nailer.
Monday, 25 November 2013
Who guards the (delicate intellectual integrity of the) guards?
In which the FBI decide they need to keep closer tabs on the potential Communistical philosophies of Albert Camus and Jean-Paul Sartre... before discovering that what they really need to do first is to learn French.
Monday, 20 September 2010
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