worldview.

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If we look at life in its small

details, how ridiculous it all

seems. It is like a drop of

water seen through a micro–scope, a single drop teeming

with protozoa. How we laugh as

they bustle about so eagerly

and struggle with one another.

Whether here, or in the little

span of human life, this

terrible activity produces a

comic effect.

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At five minutes to seven Julius knocked out the ashes from his meerschaum pipe and

entered the auditorium in Toyon Hall. He took a seat in the fourth row on the side aisle

and looked about the amphitheater: Twenty rows rose sharply from the entry level where

the lecture podium stood. Most of the two hundred seats were vacant; roughly thirty were

broken and wrapped with yellow plastic ribbon. Two homeless men and their collections

of newspapers sprawled across seats in the last row. Approximately thirty seats were

occupied by unkempt students randomly sprinkled throughout the auditorium with the

exception of the first three rows which remained vacant.

Just like a therapy group, Julius thought, no one wants to sit near to the leader.

Even in his group meeting earlier that day the seats on either side of him had been left

vacant for the late members, and he had joked that a seat next to him seemed to be the

penalty for tardiness. Julius thought of the group therapy folklore about seating; that the

most dependent person sits to the leader`s right, whereas the most paranoid members sit

directly opposite; but, in his experience, the reluctance to sit next to the leader was the

only rule that could be counted on with regularity.

The shabbiness and dilapidation of Toyon Hall was typical of the entire campus of

California Coastal College, which had begun life as an evening business school, then

expanded and flowered briefly as an undergraduate college, and was now obviously in a

phase of entropy. On his walk to the lecture through the unsavory tenderloin, Julius had

found it difficult to distinguish unkempt students from homeless denizens of the

neighborhood. What teacher could avoid demoralization in this setting? Julius began to

understand why Philip wanted to switch careers by moving into clinical work.

He checked his watch. Seven o`clock exactly and right on cue Philip entered the

auditorium, dressed in the professorial uniform of checkered khaki pants, shirt, and a tan

corduroy jacket with sewed–on elbow patches. Extracting his lecture notes from a

properly scuffed briefcase and, without so much as a glance at his audience, he began:

This is the survey of Western philosophy—lecture eighteen—Arthur Schopenhauer.

Tonight I shall proceed differently and stalk my prey more indirectly. If I appear

desultory, I ask your forbearance—I promise I shall soon enough return to the matter

at hand. Let us begin by turning our attention to the great debuts in history.

Philip scanned his audience for some nod of comprehension and, failing to find it,

crooked his forefinger at one of the students sitting nearest him and pointed to the

blackboard. He then spelled out and defined three words,d–e–s–u–l–t–o–r–y, f–o–r–e–b–e–a–r–a-

n–c–e, andd–eb–u–t, which the student dutifully copied onto the blackboard. The student

started to return to his seat, but Philip pointed to a first–row seat, instructing him to

remain there.

Now for great debuts; trust me—my purpose for beginning in such a fashion will, in

time, become apparent. Imagine Mozart stunning the Viennese royal court as he

performed flawlessly on the harpsichord at the age of nine. Or, if Mozart does not

strike a familiar chord(here the faintest trace of a smile), imagine something more

familiar to you, the Beatles at nineteen playing their own compositions to Liverpool

audiences.

Other amazing debuts include the extraordinary debut of Johann Fichte.(Here a

signal to the student to write F–i–c–h–t–eon the board.) Does any one of you remember

his name from my last lecture in which I discussed the great German idealist

philosophers who followed Kant in the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries:

Hegel, Schelling, and Fichte? Of these, Fichte`s life and his debut was the most

remarkable for he began life as a poor uneducated goose shepherd in Rammenau, a

small German village whose only claim to fame was its clergyman`s inspired sermons

every Sunday.

Well, one Sunday a wealthy aristocrat arrived at the village too late to hear the

sermon. As he stood, obviously disappointed, outside the church, an elderly villager

approached him and told him not to despair because the gooseherd, young Johann,

could repreach the sermon to him. The villager fetched Johann, who, indeed, repeated

the entire lecture verbatim. So impressed was the baron by the gooseherd`s

astoundingly retentive mind that he financed Johann`s education and arranged for him

to attend Pforta, a renowned boarding school later attended by many eminent German

thinkers, including the subject of our next lecture, Friedrich Nietzsche.

Johann excelled in school and later at the university, but when his patron died,

Johann had no means of support and took a tutoring job in a private home in Germany

where he was hired to teach a young man the philosophy of Kant, whom he had not

yet read himself. Soon he was entranced by the work of the divine Kant…

Philip suddenly looked up from his notes to survey his audience. Seeing no glint of

recognition in any eyes, he hissed at his audience:

Hello, anybody home? Kant, Immanuel Kant, Kant, Kant, remember?»(He motioned

to the blackboard scribe to write K–a–n–t.) We spent two hours on him last week?

Kant, the greatest, along with Plato, of all the world`s philosophers. I give you my

word: Kant will be on the final. Ah ha, there`s the ticket...I see stirrings of life,

movement, one or two eyes opening. A pen making contact with paper.

So where was I? Ah, yes. The gooseherd. Fichte was next tendered a position

as a private tutor in Warsaw and, penniless, walked all the way only to have the job

denied him when he arrived. Since he was only a few hundred miles from

Königsberg, the home of Kant, he decided to walk there to meet the master in person.

After two months he arrived at Königsberg and, audaciously, knocked on Kant`s door

but was not granted an audience. Kant was a creature of habit and not inclined to

receive unknown visitors. Last week I described to you the regularity of his

schedule—so exact that the townspeople could set their watches by seeing him on his

daily walk.

Fichte assumed he was refused entry because he had no letters of

recommendation and decided to write his own in order to gain an audience with Kant.

In an extraordinary burst of creative energy he wrote his first manuscript, the

renownedCritique of All Revelation, which applied Kant`s views on ethics and duty to

the interpretation of religion. Kant was so impressed with the work that he not only

agreed to meet with Fichte but encouraged its publication.

Because of some curious mishap, probably a marketing ploy of the publisher,

theCritique appeared anonymously. The work was so brilliant that critics and the

reading public mistook it for a new work by Kant himself. Ultimately, Kant was

forced to make a public statement that it was not he who was the author of this

excellent manuscript but a very talented young man named Fichte. Kant`s praise