{∅, {∅}, {∅, {∅}}} : Rage Against the Meat Grinder

That is a powerful statement!

I will quote it since the page just turned to 3.



Quoted by Holden:
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"The only reason why I flatter myself, is that I understood very early, before the age of twenty, that one should not procreate. My disgust towards marriage, family and all social conventions has its source in this. Crime is to transmit one's frailties to someone else, to force someone to experience the same things we are experiencing, to force someone to the Way of the Cross that may be worse than our own. I could never agree to give life to someone who inherits misfortunes and evil. All parents are irresponsible people, or murderers. Procreation should belong only to brutes. Pity makes you not want to be a "progenitor". This is the cruelest word I know." (Emil Cioran, "Cahiers 1957-1972" ["Notebooks 1957-1972"], 1997)

"If I was a believer, I would be a Cathar." (Emil Cioran, "Cahiers 1957-1972" ["Notebooks 1957-1972"], 1997)
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Thanks Holden of Northern India.  Those notebooks are difficult to come by.  There is a version that may be in Portuguese (like Spanish?  almost the same?) Cuadernos (1957-1972) = Notebooks (1957-1972) (Biblioteca E.M. Cioran).  There are a bunch of copies selling at a reasonable price.

It looks like there is an English translation of "Notebooks", but only 3 copies are available, one in Brazil, one in Switzerland, and and one in Australia.  The one on Senor Raul's continent looks to be the most affordable.

As long as you are putting in the years at that salt mine office, Holden, you really deserve to reward yourself with such a priceless hardcopy.  There are no digitized version to be found, unless you or anyone else knows of any.  Holden, you deserve to have one of those rare copies!

ISBN-13: 978-1-55970-632-2 / 9781559706322

Here in one volume, are the essential writings in the 34 notebook's Cioran left behind at his death, not a journal but a sort of exercise manual, in which he tries out his formulations, perfects the expression of his obsessions and whims. The notebooks are rich in anecdotes, accounts of meetings, portraits of friends and enemies, descriptions of excursions and sleepless nights. Here are the lists, day after day, of failures, sufferings, anxieties, terrors, rages, and humiliations, curiously at odds with the daytime Cioran, so mocking and tonic, so comical and various. These brief entries constitute a backstage glimpse of a tormented mind, wise in its very torments, solitary in its wisdom.