----- Original Message ---- From: James Heartfield <Heartfield at blueyonder.co.uk>
We get it Chris, you have a hard-on for the Nazi in the lederhosen, chopping logs in the cabin in the woods. To me, it was like learning to speak Chinese, and never going to China. He was an influence, a negative one. His dismantling of the rationalist tradition was a dead-end whose only virtue was to create a private language so that initiates could recognise one another - rather like the fans of Tolkein or World of Warfare. Speaking Heideggerian reminded me most of Edwin Abbott's fable Flatland, set in a world of two dimensions. The hero, finding himself incapable of explaining what objects with mass are, spots a sphere passing through flatland, and calls to his hosts, look, a sphere! They look at him quizzically and explain that they just saw a small point expand into a large circle and then shrink down again to a point.