"It’s probably the height of bourgeois sentiment to find the feeling of the sublime in a bar or restaurant...."
Dr. Johnson said, "a tavern chair is the throne of human felicity."
And doesn't the proper appreciation of voluntary urban sociability take us back to a time before "bourgeois" was an insult? We left the farms and fields to find denser networks of human interaction, with higher odds of intellectual kinship. We also sought out strata of rough civic equality, neither being aristos nor serfs. That's what it was to be a townsman, a Bürger, a bourgeois. It's not a bad aspiration.
"It’s probably the height of bourgeois sentiment to find the feeling of the sublime in a bar or restaurant...."
Dr. Johnson said, "a tavern chair is the throne of human felicity."
And doesn't the proper appreciation of voluntary urban sociability take us back to a time before "bourgeois" was an insult? We left the farms and fields to find denser networks of human interaction, with higher odds of intellectual kinship. We also sought out strata of rough civic equality, neither being aristos nor serfs. That's what it was to be a townsman, a Bürger, a bourgeois. It's not a bad aspiration.
Brilliant
Iki sounds like William Gibson’s “edge” from Johnny Mnemonic.