In 1928 [Martin] Heidegger succeeded [Edmund] Husserl to take a chair at Freiburg […]

Hir daintie lims tinſill hir ſilke ſoft ſheets, / Hir roſe-crownd cheekes eclipſe my dazeled ſight, […]

… while not a super-goof like some of the female goofs I'd met, she was quite goofy enough to be going on with. Her whole aspect was that of a girl who at the drop of a hat would start talking baby talk.

One feels that here the old pagan gods have come into their own again, the ones we acknowledge every day of the week without thinking — Tue, Woden, Thor and Freia; and certainly nature herself has reclaimed what was once a site cleared of vegetation.