Thanks, Jan, for that quotation from Nietsche. I would love him if he weren't such a dangerous writer to love.
: Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not perpetually falling? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder?
This is how I feel as I read him, physically, weightlessly tumbling. It's ghastly. Every so often I hear myself saying - Jesus Christ - to pause for breath: I'm quite sure he intended this effect.
Teejay,
As I read Equiano I often thought of Voltaire's Candide which he probably had read.
philo