The (Most) Nabobist

I love this guy’s words. This is the only short I could find online now and 4 years ago when I first found it. If you need a good laugh, as I do today, read it.

Some Thoughts on Clint Eastwood and Heidegger

I’m crazy about Clint Eastwood, and if that automatically sounds chic, it’s just going to have to sound that way. There’s something intrinsically fair about him. He’s no intellectual, but he’s willing to learn. For example, I have a feeling that if you met him and Heidegger crept into the conversation, he wouldn’t come up with one of those dumb Hollywood remarks along the lines of “Heidi-who?” He would, with quiet intelligence, say, “What’s that name?” and scribble it down on a little piece of paper. Not a memo either, or one of those “From the Desk Of” things, just a little piece of scratch paper. Maybe he’d borrow it from somebody. And he wouldn’t hand that scratch paper to any secretary, either. The next day, he’d go down to the library—a small library out there where’s he got all those acres—and check out a volume of Heidegger and read it himself.