Breugel knew of Bakhtin, and didn't like him. He had heard at length of the "legless trouble maker" who had smoked his dissertation. No one but Leavis could be so close to the truth, and Billy Wimsatt too, for they were the true beacons of light in the wasteland. But they failed to embrace Freud, and were genuinely cruel to him. Academia was cruel to visionaries and buffons. Breugel was, of course, both.
The beginning of the end of his life:
Il était jeudi, le vingt-neuf septembre que Monsieur le Vicomte Champignon de Michemache est arrivé. Lorsqu'il est entré la bureau pitoyable de Professeur Docteur Breugel Breugel Breugel, tout a apparu à noircir. Ses yeux rouges pénétrèrent la coeur de Breugel Breugel comme une épée amoreuse et vicieuese aussi.
That's all for Breugel's story today, nothing intersted or entertaining, I will start transcribing my journals soon.
Ciao,
Dru
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