Simone Weil, dressed with a militia monkey that hides a body in which not a single well-formed muscle is intuited, a rifle on her shoulder, looks at a camera between dislocated and proud through her intellectual gadgets. This photograph has always produced me a mixture of tenderness and admiration. The reencounter in the book The Sky and the ruins of Juan Andrade, who writes these words about the declassed philosopher who understood commitment a…
Simone Weil, dressed with a militia monkey that hides a body in which not a single well-formed muscle is intuited, a rifle on her shoulder, looks at a camera between dislocated and proud through her intellectual gadgets. This photograph has always produced me a mixture of tenderness and admiration. The reencounter in the book The Sky and the ruins of Juan Andrade, who writes these words about the declassed philosopher who understood commitment a…