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Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Hetero Why I Don't Like Fichte but Love Towers

Posted by Charles Mudede on Tue, Jul 27, 2010 at 10:01 AM

Only following orders: Fichte: “[A]s if the supersensuous world were, before it had order, and as if order were thus but an accident of that world. On the contrary that world only becomes a world by being ordered.”

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I don't know what Charles means, but if if has anything to do with porking that librarian, I'm in full agreement.

Posted by Urgutha Forka on July 27, 2010 at 10:29 AM

Whoa, mama. Yes indeed. Send her over to my place.

Posted by Fifty-Two-Eighty

on July 27, 2010 at 10:32 AM

I think this is a reaction formation, at a reader's suggestion, to Charles' story on the phallic-extension-nature of towers. And yes, she's very fuckable.

Posted by dirac on July 27, 2010 at 10:39 AM

Charles,
I just know these things: Fichte is an 18th or 19th century German philosopher, I believe his first name is Johannes and she, the woman in the photo seated in the library is totally hot.

Posted by lark on July 27, 2010 at 10:50 AM

I'd like to make her decimal dewey.

Looks like there's a waiting list to check her out.

HEY BABY WHAT'S YOUR CALL NUMBER

(umm that's all I got)

Posted by dznqbit on July 27, 2010 at 11:24 AM

Is she the "Librarian of Congress"? {hubba! hubba!)

Posted by Timmytee on July 27, 2010 at 12:15 PM

Waitaminute- is that Suzzalo? BITCH YOU BETTER PUT THAT CHAIR BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT.

Posted by RaindogBride on July 27, 2010 at 12:43 PM

@5 Oh thank you, thank you, thank you for making my day.

Posted by care bear on July 27, 2010 at 12:58 PM

Well it looks like this lovely librarian has erected a new tower and put to order some images in my supersensuous world. Nothing beats a woman wearing pin stripes in the book stacks.

Posted by Reg on July 27, 2010 at 1:53 PM