Discussing our respective long, long, long, long days, while preparing dinner. The historian is rehearsing the tenor of the conversation in one of today's meetings:
|Mr. Dialectical himself.|
The historian: . . . and it just seems like we've had all those conversations before--a billion times.
Me: And it's not like one of those Hegelian deals, thesis-antithesis-synthesis. [hand circling in an ascending spiral]--what's the word for that?
The historian: Dialectic? That's the dialectical process.
Me: I know, but isn't there a word for that moment of transcendence? when things get better*?
The historian: I don't know. Probably.
|precipitous descending spiral.|
|Sartre was French.|