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Marlow

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Topic Author's Original Post - Dec 28, 2012 - 12:40pm PT
Peter Wessel Zapffe - Norwegian climber, humourist and philosopher.

In the polar sea
Credit: Barske glæder
Credit: Barske glæder
Marlow

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OSLO
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 28, 2012 - 12:41pm PT
Climbing Stetind
Credit: Barske glæder
Credit: Barske glæder
Marlow

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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 28, 2012 - 12:43pm PT
Climbing
Credit: Barske glæder
Credit: Barske glæder
Credit: Barske glæder
Credit: Barske glæder
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Dec 28, 2012 - 12:43pm PT
Talented man, but appears to have lost his sense of humour in the Polar Sea. Shares birthday with Stalin. Gotta be a jerk in every crowd.

Better?

EDIT: Kurt Vonnegut was a funny guy, too and he even cracked a smile now and then






Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 28, 2012 - 12:45pm PT
A short time before his death Peter Wessel Zapffe was interviewed.

In the interview he said that he during his time had been struggling a bit with the question about the existence of God. After a while the question had lost all interest to him. If he was forced to choose between calling himself religious or atheist he would choose atheist. It does not matter if there is a God or not.

Zapffe has a certain sympathy and is to a certain degree interested in Jesus, but in today's world we will have to see him as a psychopath - a person willing to die a terrible death on the cross because he believed he would become crown prince in heaven. It is evident that he must have been mad.

Being an old man, the only thing Zapffe has to meet death with is a silly smile - and that is the best he can do.

Zapffe is seeing the philosophy of nothingness as liberating. A death where you return to a nothingness or eternity that happened before you were born leaves no need for expectations and no fear for lurking evil. We just decompose and return back to the elements.

Zapffe says he has come to his inner pole where there is no advancement, no movement in the direction of progress. The inner pole is a condition of the soul where there is no possibility of getting longer in any direction, where nothing is the background for everything. This is also what he thinks about the condition of man in the world. Behind there is a large nothingness.

Human life can be seen as a theater - there are passions, striving and concerns - everything happens/everybody is stumbling around with a horizon of nothingness around. This is how it is - Zapffe says he can stand for that, the final answer is nothing, everything is nothing.

When we are first thrown into the world, sitting in it, we are doing the best we can. If we see the human world from outside, however, we will find no refuge in this.
Sierra Ledge Rat

Mountain climber
Old and Broken Down in Appalachia
Dec 28, 2012 - 01:00pm PT
His art reminds me of Samivel. I wonder if he was influenced by Samivel, or if his art developed independently. Do you know?

Zapffe is seeing the philosophy of nothingness as liberating

I share in his sentiments.
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 28, 2012 - 01:04pm PT
Skiing
Be well equiped.
Be well equiped.
Credit: Barske glæder
Slowly working his way up-hill.
Slowly working his way up-hill.
Credit: Barske glæder
Much quicker down-hill.
Much quicker down-hill.
Credit: Barske glæder
Be sure to collect all your equipment.
Be sure to collect all your equipment.
Credit: Barske glæder
Marlow

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OSLO
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 28, 2012 - 01:11pm PT
Sierra

I don't know. Zapffe read a lot and had his connections. There may have been an influence. There may also have been an influence the other way around. Z had a very distinct style.

zBrown

Every crowd needs a jerk or a rotation of jerks. Thanks to you and to Mouse! And thanks to every non-jerk and jerk in rotation.
Tami

Social climber
Canada
Dec 28, 2012 - 01:30pm PT
I see Samivel & Zapffe as being men of the mountains, of similar age ( Samivel was 8 yrs younger ) and illustrators. As for influencing one another ? Hard to say.

I see a fair bit of Zapffe in Sheridan Anderson's work. Anderson was both cartoonist and excellent illustrator - along the lines of our own Jer Collins.

I would have also lost my sense of humour in the North Sea but I'd have also lost my lunch. I've never been seasick in the mountains.......... :-)

Thanks for the post, Marlow. I learned something new today!!!!

Love those climbing illustrator/cartoonists!!!
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 28, 2012 - 02:07pm PT
People in the northern part of Norway are known for their humour.

A couple of examples (in Norwegian):

TrundleBum

Trad climber
Las Vegas
Dec 28, 2012 - 02:11pm PT

Sailing and climbing.

They just don't mix. Anybody that pursues both skills in the same life time is, well...
Simply put, grossly misdirected !
tiki-jer

Trad climber
fresno/clovis
Dec 28, 2012 - 02:42pm PT
You are right Tami, I see abit of Sheridan in there too.
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Dec 28, 2012 - 02:50pm PT
Well, said, TB.

Shipton and Tilman agree. One or the other...

As far as this thirties artwork goes (most of the way thru the war, for that matter), it all looks kind of similar in the pen & inkish mode. Cute mis-shapen figures, sweet and grotessque at the same time. Caricature to a large extent. And skill in rendering, generally.

Good thread, Marlow.

edit: Please note that I am being facetious in regard to S & T. My oold fantasy was to cruise the Chilean archipelago, but I found I hate brine.

ALSO, I thought I'd mention the similarity in looks between John Skaglund, a Camp 4 res in 1970, and PWZ. Just add a greasy down parka.
G_Gnome

Trad climber
Pebble Wrestling.... Badly lately.
Dec 28, 2012 - 03:24pm PT
Hmm, well I have been called misdirected before. I race sail boats and I climb. I think of sailing like being in the mountains. I like it best when the wind is howling. The difference is that I am lazy and don't have to work nearly so hard to get on a sailboat as I do to get high up in the mountains. Two passions in life are always better than just one.
Mighty Hiker

climber
Vancouver, B.C.
Dec 28, 2012 - 03:56pm PT
A bit of background about Zappfe: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Wessel_Zapffe

Fascinating character. There's a route at Kolsås, outside Oslo, named Zappfe's Trap. Done in the 1930s, IIRC, and about 5.8 - good fun.

Arne Næss was in a somewhat similar vein, a philosopher-mountaineer. (That is, Arne senior, not Arne junior, the businessman-mountaineer.)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arne_N%C3%A6ss

Marlow, where did the drawings come from? One of Zappfe's books, or the national library, or? It'd be nice to have a copy.
Bruce Kay

Gym climber
BC
Dec 28, 2012 - 04:01pm PT
there's lots of similarity with samivel and SA too. It must just come with the territory. They are absurdists ( thats my invented term, trademark pending.....) which makes sense considering the absurdity of our obsession. I mean just look at those drawings - double rope pitoning up a wall like some drunk ant, A totem pole of climbers giving some guy a shoulder stand to the top of the crag, those garage sale skiers. Its all over the top self mockery.

Like that Tami Knight character for instance. Absolute absurd mockery like the best of Monty Python's Upper class Git of the year award.

Tami - I bet you used to get off on Len Norris cartoons when you were a kid huh?

Thanks Marlow .... I particularly like his take on God - what does it matter?
Borut

Mountain climber
Ljubljana, Slovenia
Dec 28, 2012 - 04:26pm PT
Zapffe is seeing the philosophy of nothingness as liberating. A death where you return to a nothingness or eternity that happened before you were born leaves no need for expectations and no fear for lurking evil. We just decompose and return back to the elements.

Zapffe says he has come to his inner pole where there is no advancement, no movement in the direction of progress. The inner pole is a condition of the soul where there is no possibility of getting longer in any direction, where nothing is the background for everything. This is also what he thinks about the condition of man in the world. Behind there is a large nothingness.

Human life can be seen as a theater - there are passions, striving and concerns - everything happens/everybody is stumbling around with a horizon of nothingness around. This is how it is - Zapffe says he can stand for that, the final answer is nothing, everything is nothing.
sounds like daoism
Timid TopRope

Social climber
'used to be Paradise, CA
Dec 28, 2012 - 04:45pm PT
I like everyone's comments on this thread. Between Sheridan, Vonnegut and a finely tuned existentionalism for me. Thanks for the share, Marlow.
Tami

Social climber
Canada
Dec 28, 2012 - 05:23pm PT
Yes, BK , I loved Len Norris. What was there not to guffaw about Amblesnide & Tiddleycove?
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 28, 2012 - 05:31pm PT
It's a pleasure to share. Thanks to all for the feedback!

The book - Barske Glæder - has been published many times before. It was first published in 1969 and was republished in 2012 with the addition of four essays and a lot of pictures taken by Zapffe himself.

Here is a link to the book on the web-site of the publisher - Cappelen Damm: http://www.cappelendamm.no/main/Katalog.aspx?f=10123&isbn=9788202363888

As a curiousity - the route mentioned by MH - Zapffe's trapp - route 13:

Route 13. Zapffe's trapp.
Route 13. Zapffe's trapp.
Credit: Forer for Oslo
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Topic Author's Reply - Jan 5, 2013 - 01:25pm PT
Drawings by another Norwegian philosopher/ecosopher, climber and artist, Sigmund Kvaløy Setreng.

Credit: Marlow
Credit: Marlow
Credit: Marlow
Credit: Marlow
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Topic Author's Reply - Jan 5, 2013 - 01:29pm PT
Drawings by Sigmund Kvaløy Setreng continued.

Credit: Marlow
Credit: Marlow
Credit: Marlow
Credit: Marlow
Credit: Marlow
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Topic Author's Reply - Jan 5, 2013 - 01:38pm PT
Sigmund Kvaløy Setreng's take on Askeladden (The Ash-lad)
http://norwegianjournaloffriluftsliv.com/doc/sigmund_kvaloy_setreng_the_ash_lad.pdf

Askeladden with the queen, the king and the princess from Ivo Caprino's animation of the fairytale. Askeladden is the main person in many of the most loved Norwegian fairytales.
Fra Askeladden og de gode hjelperne
Fra Askeladden og de gode hjelperne
Credit: Ivo Caprino
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Topic Author's Reply - Mar 17, 2013 - 03:59pm PT
"Peter Wessel Zapffe (1899–1990) was the philosopher, humorist and mountaineer, who wrote his Candidate of Law Paper in rhyme. During his studies in Oslo he made acquaintance with Arne Næss and learned climbing at Kolsås. Back in his hometown, Tromsø, he succeeded in more than 20 first ascents. Zapffe was an outstanding character in the Norwegian climbing scene with his many literary contributions and humoristic drawings. This is what he said about climbing “… a sport for individualists, original characters and outsiders. A sport related to other sports in the same way as champagne is related to bock beer, and for this reason it can never be a sport for the masses in Norway. And who could seriously think of bringing the masses to places with hardly enough space for one single seeking soul?”

Zapffe is especially well known for his literary descriptions of climbing. In several essays and stories he speaks subtly and humorously of his escapades in nature. His essay "Stetind" first appeared in the 1937 yearbook of the Trekking Association. The mountain is described as a giant, titan, majesty and horn of hell: "an anvil upon which the gods can hammer." "In 1904 Slingsby himself had failed to become the first to climb Stetind: "The ugliest mountain I ever saw. There is nothing like it in the world." A picture was taken of the peak in 1904 that crucially prompted the Norwegian climbing trio of Schjelderup, Bryn and Rubenson to become the first to ascend Stetind 30 July 1910.

Several of Zapffe's essays are collected in the 1969 book "Barske glæder" ("Rough joys"), among them "Stetind" and an extended, previously unpublished version of "Fire Korstog til Piggtind" ("Four Crusades to Mt. Piggtind"). This selection is regarded today as classics that opened the world of the mountains of North Norway. Through his writings Zapffe has united northern Norwegian humour with an authentic intellectual's clear thought and sharp pen. He himself never climbed Piggtind, in spite of his four attempts in winter to reach the top - the first time during Christmas of 1922. In fact, the first successful winter ascent of the peak took place as late as in 1971."

Fauske & Bruland
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Topic Author's Reply - May 29, 2014 - 12:50pm PT

Ecophilosopher Sigmund Kvaløy Setreng died the 27th of May 2014


Arne Næss sr gave me Skarvereiret, a cottage, which lay close to Tvergastein, Arne’s own cabin. Skarvereiret was located at the top of a cliff, so one had to climb to get up there. The cabin was three times three meters, which was also the size of the mountain ledge the cabin was on. So it was airy.

Sigmund Kvaløy Setreng was the strongest Norwegian voice criticising the use of technology and sherpas during the Norwegian Everest expedition led by Arne Næss jr. Arne Næss sr was his main opponent.

Reilly

Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
May 29, 2014 - 01:09pm PT
I missed this thread the first time around. Gud stuff!

I guess Guido and I are both good examples of how climbing and sailing don't mix.

I may have climbed Zapffes Trapp at Kolsaas. I didn't have a guidebook and
I was a good boy and went where I was told. I know, it doesn't sound right
but then seeing as how I was with Kerstin why would I have cared?
See? I'm a philosopher, too.

Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Topic Author's Reply - May 29, 2014 - 01:21pm PT

You are, Reilly,
... and a renaissance man...

What's Kerstin's last name? Moss?
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 22, 2014 - 08:39am PT

Here's a drawing by Zapffe (Zapffe has drawn himself as the person to the right):
Credit: Barske glæder
I'm quite sure the drawing was made in the 1920s/30s.

And here's a sculpture made in Munchen, Germany, in the 1920s:

There's absolutely a similarity when you study the characters.

Does anybody know where the inspiration to make characters like these came from?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 22, 2014 - 09:37am PT
From being too much alone? Being in the mountains too long? Too many long-long nights? Too much lichen in the diet?
http://www.panoramio.com/photo/62041153

From too much dirty dancing?  :0)
From too much dirty dancing? :0)
Credit: GI
Reilly

Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
Nov 22, 2014 - 09:58am PT
Mouse, did you know that Mussorgsky's mum was from Modesto?
mouse from merced

Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
Nov 22, 2014 - 10:12am PT
Yeah, and Ron Jeremy's from Merced.
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 22, 2014 - 11:30am PT

Mouse.

If you reformulated to: much enough alone, in the mountains long enough, not too many long long nights and not too much lichen in the diet, then we could agree.

The link to the view from Skarvereiret was excellent.

The cave's a great one, by the way...

And Jeremy's mom...
nah000

climber
no/w/here
Nov 22, 2014 - 05:43pm PT
great thread marlow. [thank you]

are there any english translations of zapffe's writing that anybody is aware of?
Marlow

Sport climber
OSLO
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 22, 2014 - 11:40pm PT

nah000

You can find "The last Messiah" on the net: https://philosophynow.org/issues/45/The_Last_Messiah. Below is a Zapffe article by Gisle Tangenes.

The View from Mount Zapffe

Gisle Tangenes describes the life and ideas of a cheerfully pessimistic, mountain-climbing Norwegian existentialist.

“This world,” mused Horace Walpole, “is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel.” And for Peter Wessel Zapffe (1899-1990), humans are condemned to do both. We have evolved a yearning for metaphysical purpose – for intrinsic justice and meaning in any earthly event – that is destined for frustration by our real environment. The process of life is oblivious to the beings it makes and breaks in the course of its perpetuation. And while no living creature escapes this carnage, only humans bear the burden of awareness. An uninhabited globe, argues Zapffe, would be no unfortunate thing.

Born in the arctic city of Tromsø, in Norway, Zapffe was a luminous stylist and wit, whose Law examination paper (1923) – in rhyming verse – remains on display at the University of Oslo. Following some years as a lawyer and judge, he had a revelatory encounter with the plays of Ibsen and reentered university to attack “the ever burning question of what it means to be human.” The answer he reached is an original brand of existentialist thought, which, unlike the more optimistic views of Heidegger, Sartre, and Camus, concludes in a minor key. Among its earliest airings was a little essay called ‘The Last Messiah’ (1933).

The piece begins with a fable of a stoneage hunter who, as he leaves his cave at night, is stricken by pity for his prey and has a fatal existential crisis. This is a parable resonating with two archetypical tales of Western culture. Firstly, it recalls the Allegory of the Cave in Plato’s Republic, which also relates the eyeopening exit of a cave; secondly, it alludes to that origin myth of moral sentiment, the Fall of Man in Genesis. Zapffe chimes in with an exegesis to the effect that his caveman was a man who knew too much. Evolution, he argues, overdid its act when creating the human brain, akin to how a contemporary of the hunter, a deer misnamed the ‘Irish elk’, became moribund by its increasingly oversized antlers. For humans can perceive that each individual being is an ephemeral eddy in the flow of life, subjected to brute contingencies on his or her way to annihilation. Yet only rarely do persons lose their minds through this realisation, as our brains have evolved a strict regime of self-censorship – better known as ‘civilisation.’ Betraying a debt to Freud, Zapffe expands on how “most people learn to save themselves by artificially limiting the content of consciousness.” So, ‘isolation’ is the repression of grim facts by a code of silence; ‘anchoring,’ the stabilising attachment to specific ends; ‘distraction,’ the continuous stream of divertive impressions; and ‘sublimation,’ the conversion of anguish into uplifting pursuits, like literature and art. The discussion is sprinkled with allusions to the fate of Nietzsche: the poster case, as it were, of seeing too much for sanity.

Lastly, Zapffe warns that civilisation cannot be sustained forever, as technology liberates ever more time for us to face our demons. In a memorably ironic finish, he completes the tribute to Plato and Moses by foretelling a ‘last Messiah’, to appear in a tormented future.

This prophet of doom, an heir to the visionary caveman, will be as ill-fated. For his word, which subverts the precept to “be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth,” is not to please his fellow man: “Know yourselves – be infertile, and let the earth be silent after ye.”

The Messiah’s ideas are developed at greater length in the treatise On the Tragic (1941), unaccountably never translated into any major language. The work is rigorously argued, yet so suffused with carnevalesque humour that one critic acclaimed its author as ‘the Chaplin of philosophy.’ Nor is there want of poetic imagery; at one point, for instance, a sea eagle bred in cage is evoked as an analogy to the human predicament. While unable to manifest its potential in captivity, such an eagle should doubtless perish if released into the open sky.

That dilemma highlights a fundamental concept of Zapffe’s tome: the ‘objectively tragic’ sequence, that is, any narrative in which excellence is linked to misadventure. Aristotle’s theory of tragedy in the Poetics centers on the debacle of a generally virtuous individual who makes a fateful error of judgment, expressing a latent flaw of character. By contrast, objectively tragic tales do not hinge on any fault of the protagonist; rather a manifestation of ‘culturally relevant greatness’ prefigures his demise. Such excellence either engenders the calamity or is else instilled in the protagonist by whatever does, for instance a disease. To clarify his model, Zapffe introduces a hierarchy of ‘interest fronts’: biological, social, autotelic (pertaining to whatever is rewarding in itself), and metaphysical. The latter one, essential to humanity, requires a dual virtue for objectively tragic sequences to unfold: (i) aspirations to secure a just and meaningful world; and (ii) intellectual honesty. Insofar as (i) alone is found in a character, whether real or a fictional, her response to absurdity and injustice should be to sacrifice lower-ranking interests on behalf of the metaphysical one. This sets the stage for what Zapffe labels a ‘heroic’ sequence of events. A tragic sequence demands the addition of (ii), and peaks with a devastating realisation that existence never will become satisfactory in terms of meaning and justice. For Zapffe, such resignation to futility marks the apex of many classic tragedies, from Prometheus Bound to Hamlet. His most intriguing case in point is The Book of Job, in the Bible, which given its seemingly happy ending was never anybody’s idea of a tragic tale. Yet on Zapffe’s reading, Job has the misfortune to uncover the Lord’s genuine nature: a benighted tyrant, mistaking might for right. Even martyrdom would be lost on this ‘godly Caliban’, and the disillusioned Job takes cover behind a mask of repentance. His is a timeless tragedy, for Jehovah ‘holds sway in our experience’ even today, as the symbol of ‘a familiar social and biological environment:’


“He represents… the blind natural forces oblivious to the human craving for order and meaning, the unpredictable strikes of illness and death, the transience of fame, the betrayal of friends and kin. He is the god of machines and might, of rule by violence, Moscow tribunals, party yoke and conquest, of copper pipes and armour plates. Job is not alone to face him with spiritual arms. Some are downtrodden in heroic martyrdom; others see the limitations of martyrdom as well, yielding in the outer things, but hiding despair in their hearts.”

The human condition is so structured, then, that objectively tragic sequences will readily arise (which is ultimately why they are described as ‘objective’.) Not only is humankind distinguished by an impossible interest, the need for purpose in a realm of pure causality; it also excels at comprehending that realm. We relate to the truth as do moths to a flame.

Thus the ‘thousand consolatory fictions’ that deny our captivity in dying beasts, afloat on a speck of dust in the eternal void. And after all, if a godly creator is waiting in the wings, it must be akin to the Lord in The Book of Job, since it allows its breathing creations to be “tumbled and destroyed in a vast machinery of forces foreign to interests.” Asserts Zapffe: “The more a human being in his worldview approaches the goal, the hegemony of love in a moral universe, the more has he become slipshod in the light of intellectual honesty.” The only escape from this predicament should be to discontinue the human race. Though extinction by agreement is not a terribly likely scenario, that is no more than an empirical fact of public opinion; in principle, all it would require is a global consensus to reproduce below replacement rates, and in a few generations, the likening of humankind would “not be the stars or the ocean sand, but a river dwindling to nothing in the great drought.” This rather less than life-affirming message is actually not without historical precedence.

In a preface to the 1983 edition of On the Tragic, Zapffe refers to “the insight, or Gnosis, that the Mystery of Life is amoral.” That is no mere figure of speech: his philosophy does indeed suggest the mystical viewpoint known as Gnosticism, influenced by Judaism and Platonism and flourishing early in the Christian era. Gnostic doctrines generally teach as follows. Our innermost selves began on a deific plane, the ‘Fullness’ (Pleroma), but were dispersed around the earthly shadowland, and locked into a cycle of rebirths, at the dawn of time. They may break free and reunite through Gnôsis: the awareness of their divinity, promoted by holy messengers. Yet the majority keep mistaking the dominion of death for home and partake in its reproduction, encouraged by cosmic slavers (archons) who serve the ignoble creator of matter – the deity of the Old Testament. As Hans Jonas noted in the 1950s, this esoteric lore resembles, to some degree, the outlook of modern existentialism. Both depict the human self as somehow thrown into, and incarcerated in, a foreign world, in which it mindlessly acquiesces unless woken by a sense of alienation. With Zapffe, the match appears closer than usual, for if he denies, like most existentialists, that humankind belongs in a heavenly home, he also echoes Gnostics in rejecting its continuance on earth.

Zapffe defended On the Tragic for his doctoral degree, not a risk-free act in the German-occupied Norway of the day; his friend Arne Næss, later the originator of ‘deep ecology’, took a break from resistance work to serve as opponent. After liberation, Zapffe turned down a professorship to live instead by his essays, monographs, poetry, plays and humourous writings.

Many of the latter address a favourite activity, the art of mountain climbing. This he extolled for being “as meaningless as life itself.” (Destinations included, incidentally, the spire of Tromsø Cathedral, whence he proclaimed that he could not ascend further by means of the Church!)

Some find his zeal as a mountaineer, humorist and early champion of environmental conservation rather at odds with his philosophical pessimism. According to another friend and eco-philosopher, Sigmund Setreng, this paradox is resolved by considering the ‘light bliss founded on dark insight’ of the bodhisattva in Mahayana Buddhism – a wakened sage who accepts the futility of human accomplishment. In any case, Zapffe lived as he taught in reproductive matters, staying childless by design. Apart from Berit Zapffe, his spouse through 47 years, his name is now borne only by one of the arctic mountains he pioneered. As for Mt. Zapffe’s philosophical counterpart, it presents an austere, yet impressive, vista of the earthly vale of tears. In a letter dated 1990, its conqueror described his ‘view from the final cairn:’ “The human race come from Nothing and go to Nothing. Above that, there is Nothing.” At the close of his last major writing, Zapffe answers all who despair of this view. “ ‘Unfortunately,’ rues the playful pessimist, ‘I cannot help you. All I have for facing death myself, is a foolish smile.’ ”

© GISLE R. TANGENES 2004
nah000

climber
no/w/here
Nov 23, 2014 - 02:43am PT
thanks for the link, Marlow. started to read it, but will take a look again, when less tired... haha.

for anybody else trying to get past the paywall, all you need to do is google "the last messiah zappfe" and goto the article from google to get the full article...
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