In the 1970s I was a partisan in this glorious rebellion, but in the Willamette valley, far from the salons of Europe (we had pubs). It was exciting - and baffling.
I still don’t fathom phenomenology. I’m like Clint Eastwood’s mule in A Fistful of Dollars: I just don’t get it.
But I’m told that baseball is best understood phenomenologically. #theory#LiteraryTheory#phenomenology#baseball#ClintEastwood