If France was Camus’s father, Algeria was his mother; and for their adoring son, no divorce could be countenanced. He wrote frequently, in both nonfiction and fiction, about the bifurcated nature of his spirit: “The Mediterranean separates two worlds in me, one where memories and names are preserved in measured spaces, the other where the wind and sand erases [sic] all trace of men on the open ranges.” This carnal, wordless, unmeasured world (the world of his illiterate, nearly mute mother) was also one of his life’s great riches: “I grew up with the sea and poverty for me was sumptuous; then I lost the sea and found all luxuries gray and poverty unbearable.”
Mein Blog befasst sich in einem umfassenden Sinn mit dem Verhältnis von Wissen, Wissenschaft und Gesellschaft. Ein besonderes Augenmerk richte ich dabei auf die Aktivitäten des Medien- und Dienstleistungskonzern Bertelsmann und der Bertelsmann Stiftung.
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