Beyond Good and Evil

Later on as I was sitting in the canteen with Speedy having a greasy cup of tea I got out the book that I was carrying in my dustjacket pocket to try and take my mind off my sprained wrist which was still throbbing quite badly. It was the Penguin edition of Nietzsche’s Beyond Good and Evil. The cover showed a reproduction of a painting by Franz von Stuck of The Sphinx. The Sphinx was shown in ghastly shades of yellow and green as a bare-breasted woman with her arms stretched out in front of her in a somewhat predatory pose. The combination of title and cover illustration was obviously working to good effect on Speedy’s imagination. He nodded at the book and said ‘Cor, that looks like a good read!’ I could only agree. I thought he might ask to borrow it. And why not? If a black cab driver could go on to win Mastermind, I don’t see why a bus driver couldn’t become an expert in German nineteenth century thought. I explained that the cover was a bit misleading and gave him a thumbnail sketch of what the book was about. Speedy listened politely but the look on his face was one of scarcely concealed disappointment. Perhaps he was a Hegelian?

From Setright Conundrums, Me Neither

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