Well, it was another wild day for this philosopher. I went to…yes, the supermarket! I have been trying to learn French, partly by translating. I’m working on Mr Cédric Fioretti-Clet’s essay (you might remember that he’s the one who spoke to my class in Nice). It’s slow going. I translate a little less than a page an hour. The pages are not that big, alas. When Fioretti-Clet quotes from Nietzsche’s letters, I often have to look at the German to make any sense of them. As you might imagine, going from German to French to English  is a recipe for mangling what Nietzsche wrote.