From: ed@somewhere.in.the.uk   
      
   I recall this phrase from some French post-war book; maybe Sartre, or   
   Camus, or Malraux. Probably Sartre, pace Kierkegaard.   
   Very existentialist, very system-bucking, very despairing.   
      
   Is this how most people feel? Some deep-rooted feeling of the utter   
   meaninglessness of our lives? Do people just hang on, keep up   
   appearances, spread hypocrisy, and "laugh and the world laughs with you"?   
      
   Or is it, perhaps, only philosophers who think so deeply?   
      
   Ed   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)