ALBERT CAMUS MITUL LUI SISIF PDF

Sisif era fiul regelui Aeolus al Tesaliei si Enaretei. El era fondatorul si primul rege al Efirului. Regele Sisif a fost promotorul navigatiei si comertului, dar era extrem de avar si inselator. El ucidea calatorii si oaspetii, o violare a legii xenia, ce cadea in domeniul lui Zeus. Ii facea placere sa ucida pentru ca asa isi intarea domnia. Sisif si fratele sau Salmoneus se urau reciproc, iar Sisif chiar a consultat Oracolul din Delphi pentru a verifica cum il poate ucide pe Salmoneus fara a suporta consecintele.

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Start your review of Mitul lui Sisif Write a review Recommends it for: troubled teens Recommended to Erik by: no one Shelves: philosophy By the end of high school I was a very unhappy person and had been so since our family moved from unincorporated Kane County to Park Ridge, Illinois when I was ten.

At the outset the unhappiness was basically consequent upon leaving a rural setting, small school and friendly, integrated working-class neighborhood for a reactionary suburb, large school and unfriendly upper middle-class populace whose children were, by and large, just as thoughtlessly racist and conservative as their parents were. By the end of high school I was a very unhappy person and had been so since our family moved from unincorporated Kane County to Park Ridge, Illinois when I was ten.

By fifteen, however, the quality of the unhappiness had begun to change as I had made, really made, some friends in the persons of Richard Hyde and Hank Kupjack. By the end of high school, thanks to them and to the rise of the sixties counterculture, I actually had many friends, some of them from the political left, some identified with the avant garde world, some just plain disgruntled teen potheads.

But by then unhappiness had become character and had been elevated from an emotional to a philosophical state of being. On the one hand, it had a lot to do with not having had a girlfriend since Lisa in the first grade. On the other hand, and this was more prominently to mind, it had to do with the reasons, the serious reasons, for not having one.

They were that I was unusually slow in physical development and unusually short in stature. In my mind, I was uncontestably unattractive. If any girl would like me it would be because of personality and intelligence, I had no insecurity about intelligence as a teen, but quite a bit about personality.

I developed the practice of not looking at females unless speaking with them. I walked with my head down, eyes to the ground, in order to avoid such guilt-ridden gazes. While other guys played around with the girls in our circle, I maintained a generally grave persona, holding "serious" conversations or reading while they flirted. A feeling of superiority was confusedly mixed with strong feelings of inferiority to these other, more comfortable, persons.

While it was easy to dismiss most of the "straight" kids at school as mindless, this was not possible with many persons in our circle, particularly some of the older ones whom I admired for their learning and critical intellects. The other, philosophically deeper, dimension of this unease was that I myself was so "critically intelligent" that I had no ground upon which to stand. I had strong moral feelings but I was unable to convince myself that they were more than personal tastes. My early public school education had emphasized the sciences.

While I could understand human values as having some meaning in terms of biology and evolutionary theory, I could not fit myself positively into that picture. Thoughts of suicide were frequent. Thus I was drawn, upon being exposed to them, to the existentialists, particularly Camus. Just as I was concluding this essay of the collection, the part about Sisyphus being happy with his absurd work, Lisa Cox walked in front of the car, headed west towards the church.

Now, Lisa was just another pretty girl in our group, not the particular object of any attention from me. Indeed, she was too young, being two years behind in school. But, not being an intimate friend, she was one of those girls I would tend to guiltily objectify as sexual. Here, however, it happened differently. She was beautiful, simply beautiful. Her long, tightly waved brown hair and matching corduroy pants, all bathed in sunlight dappled by the new leaves of the elms filling the park, were lovely.

I noticed the absence of guilt feelings.

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